All Chapters of Miss Goody Two Shoes : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"N-nothing.” He drew back, but it was only to stand and pull Cole from the swing and into the crook of his arm. He didn’t usually hold her like this, so there was a brief moment when he almost felt like a stranger. But his cologne swept over her like homecoming and Cole melted. Snuggled. Pressed her cheek into the soft, body-warmed cashmere of his jumper. And then burst into tears. “What did I do?” he asked, sounding kind of stricken. Cole made a grotesque gurgling noise. And finally managed, “You were missed. You were missed way too much.” “I missed you too. Enough to chase you to the ends of the earth, my Cole.” “Only on a technicality.” “It still counts and I’m taking it.” She sort of laughed and sort of sobbed. “You’re not going to lose me unless you push me away. Can’t you trust, just a little bit, that I like you?” “It’s hard to believe.” “Why? Haven’t you seen yourself?” “Yes, and you’re e

And Cole watched Aiden, who was both nothing like she had thought he would be and yet still, somehow, everything she wanted. He was stern and sweet, rough and gentle, invincible and vulnerable, wickedly sexy and unexpectedly kind. He missed his father, didn’t understand his sister, resented his own desires, and, occasionally, made Cole the center of his goddamn universe. Cole knew herself well enough to recognize that she was well and truly fished. All it would take was a twitch upon the line, and she would be arse-over-elbows in love with him. Once they had taken the edge off their hunger, conversation flowed pretty naturally. Cole noticed early on that Aiden was doing his thing again, asking lots of questions, discovering where someone’s passions lay and letting them talk. But he had already been way more forthcoming than he had to be—all that stuff about chess and his family—so Cole left him to it. She simply enjoyed the way he had of making people feel listened to and importan

Laughing, Cole kicked out playfully with her foot, which made him laugh, too, and drag her down the bed. They tussled as quietly as they could, muffling giggles in each other’s skin, until they were just embracing, tangled up together. Aiden’s hands swept up her spine, bringing heat and a hint of possession. And Cole gasped, shamelessly eager to be touched and claimed. Full of this unexpected gratitude. She hadn’t realized just how empty he’d left her. How much she’d ached for roughness and for tenderness and for him. “Cole,” he whispered. “My Cole.” He brushed the back of her neck. She didn’t even know she was sensitive there but she half thought she could feel the whorls in his fingertips. Sensation spilled over her skin like a river breaking its banks, pretty much dissolving her into squirms and whimpers. “Please, oh please.” She hardly knew what she was begging for. But Aiden did, sitting up and gathering her into his lap, before covering her mouth with his. Such a good

Despite their eagerness, it actually took a while to get on the road because Cole’s mother made them breakfast. And sex was all very well but pancakes. Aiden went for the lightest sprinkling of sugar and a twist of lemon juice, while Cole went for syrup, cream, strawberries, chocolate, and everything. She couldn’t help but notice the way he was watching her lips. It was possible they were a little bit glisteny and sticky. He was looking all tormented by the time she was chasing the last swirl of syrup from her plate with a fingertip, and she seriously hoped she was going to pay for this later. It didn't take her too long to pack on account of the fact she’d been living out of her suitcase since she got home. Then they said their goodbyes to her folks and headed to his car. It was this silver hatchback thing, very “family of four on a day trip,” unlike his fleet of billionairemobiles. Aiden must have noticed Cole’s amusement because he explained somewha

“H-holy shit,” Cole thought to herself. She tried to imagine what else he could do to her—but her brain was dopamine dazed and came up blank. He withdrew and his touch became soothing again, which she was pretty sure she didn’t want at all. “We can stop at any time. You’ve already given me more than—” “No.” Cole flattened her forearms to the sofa and shoved her hips up. “Take it all. Take everything.” For a moment, he was so still she thought he was going to say no or something. But then he shifted his grip from her neck, laying his palm flat across her shoulders in a way that felt both ominous and reassuring. And when he hit her this time, it hurt in such a real way that she heard herself say “Ow” in a ridiculously surprised tone of voice. It would have been funny—pain hurts, no shit Sherlock—but it was like his hand had knocked everything out of her except the capacity to respond. A few strikes later and even “ow” was gone. Instead, these breathy c