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a friendship gesture , I tell myself. That’s all. We’ve held hands hundreds of times over the years. Hugged and even given kisses on cheeks and foreheads and crowns.
But never before did I feel like my heart might burst out of my chest at the touch of his fingers wrapped in mine. Never before did I want to believe that Cole is harboring feelings for me we’ve never talked about, ever .
That he wants to have sex with me. To hold me. To make me his.
I want him. I know that now, and I don’t want to fight it off anymore. I think I’m ready to risk it and see what can happen, if he feels the same way too.
One more day, I repeat quietly in my head. The words are getting harder to focus on, though. Because I don’t want to wait. I want to feel him right now.
As we turn onto my street, the sun is sliding down the horizon, casting oranges, pinks, purples across the sky and coating the tops of springtime leaves on trees in color. It’s lovely.
We pull into my driveway. I have a small bungalow, but it’s all mine, and I love the space.
Cole turns to me, fingers still holding mine. “I had a great time today. Thank you again. There isn’t anyone else I would have wanted to share that with.”
My heart screams at me to lean forward and kiss him. I fight the urge back and stay in my seat. “Me too,” I let myself admit. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have been my first time doing that.”
His thumb strokes over my skin, and my skin tingles. My core tightens. I want him, I want him, and I can smell him and God his skin smells so good, like sweat and man and a little bit of his cologne still lingering on the edges. The urge to lean forward and breathe him in hits me so hard I find my body wavering toward him for a second.
Shit.
Cole’s eyes get hooded and his lips part. I can tell he’s thinking about me, and I find my core clenching tighter. “Is this the part where we say goodnight and I go home, kitten?” A challenge. I hear it in his voice. A challenge and an out at the same time. He’s putting this all on my lap.
I should take the out. I spent the day with him, and we had a wonderful time together. That hum of sexual tension was there, of course, but we focused instead of being in each other’s company, and I loved it.
Now…the air is still and quiet between us, and Cole’s looking at me, waiting for my answer. Tomorrow, I tell myself about fifty times in a rush. But I open my mouth and find myself saying, “Come inside.”
Once we’re in, the clothes come flying off. The place is dark, us not even bothering to put on the lights. We strip and come together, our bodies hot, and I want him to touch me everywhere. I run my hands along his strong hips, caress the muscles of his thighs. God, he’s so damn sexy, it’s almost too much for me to handle.
Cole’s hand reaches up and cups my breast, his thumb teasing the tip to a hard point. “I want you,” he whispers against my throat. His tongue slicks along the skin, along my collarbone, and I sigh and lean into him.
I move one palm to cup his hard dick, and it jumps in response. “I want you too. Let’s go upstairs.”
I grab our belongings, and we move up the narrow staircase, my heart throbbing, my legs shaky, him right behind me. When we reach the top, the stairs opening up to my dormer bedroom, his hand reaches out to stroke the wetness between my thighs, and I drop the clothes.
He brings his hand to his mouth, licks the tip of his fingers. “I can’t get enough of your taste. I fantasize about it at night sometimes.”
God, the things he says to me. They drive me wild. I can scarcely draw breath. No man has ever spoken like that to me before. Has ever just flat-out told me how much he wants me. It’s heady.
I take his hand and lead him to the bed. His skin is burning to the touch, his grip tight. We fall on top of the covers together, and our legs intertwine as our mouths find each other’s.
He grips the base of my skull and
But never before did I feel like my heart might burst out of my chest at the touch of his fingers wrapped in mine. Never before did I want to believe that Cole is harboring feelings for me we’ve never talked about, ever .
That he wants to have sex with me. To hold me. To make me his.
I want him. I know that now, and I don’t want to fight it off anymore. I think I’m ready to risk it and see what can happen, if he feels the same way too.
One more day, I repeat quietly in my head. The words are getting harder to focus on, though. Because I don’t want to wait. I want to feel him right now.
As we turn onto my street, the sun is sliding down the horizon, casting oranges, pinks, purples across the sky and coating the tops of springtime leaves on trees in color. It’s lovely.
We pull into my driveway. I have a small bungalow, but it’s all mine, and I love the space.
Cole turns to me, fingers still holding mine. “I had a great time today. Thank you again. There isn’t anyone else I would have wanted to share that with.”
My heart screams at me to lean forward and kiss him. I fight the urge back and stay in my seat. “Me too,” I let myself admit. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have been my first time doing that.”
His thumb strokes over my skin, and my skin tingles. My core tightens. I want him, I want him, and I can smell him and God his skin smells so good, like sweat and man and a little bit of his cologne still lingering on the edges. The urge to lean forward and breathe him in hits me so hard I find my body wavering toward him for a second.
Shit.
Cole’s eyes get hooded and his lips part. I can tell he’s thinking about me, and I find my core clenching tighter. “Is this the part where we say goodnight and I go home, kitten?” A challenge. I hear it in his voice. A challenge and an out at the same time. He’s putting this all on my lap.
I should take the out. I spent the day with him, and we had a wonderful time together. That hum of sexual tension was there, of course, but we focused instead of being in each other’s company, and I loved it.
Now…the air is still and quiet between us, and Cole’s looking at me, waiting for my answer. Tomorrow, I tell myself about fifty times in a rush. But I open my mouth and find myself saying, “Come inside.”
Once we’re in, the clothes come flying off. The place is dark, us not even bothering to put on the lights. We strip and come together, our bodies hot, and I want him to touch me everywhere. I run my hands along his strong hips, caress the muscles of his thighs. God, he’s so damn sexy, it’s almost too much for me to handle.
Cole’s hand reaches up and cups my breast, his thumb teasing the tip to a hard point. “I want you,” he whispers against my throat. His tongue slicks along the skin, along my collarbone, and I sigh and lean into him.
I move one palm to cup his hard dick, and it jumps in response. “I want you too. Let’s go upstairs.”
I grab our belongings, and we move up the narrow staircase, my heart throbbing, my legs shaky, him right behind me. When we reach the top, the stairs opening up to my dormer bedroom, his hand reaches out to stroke the wetness between my thighs, and I drop the clothes.
He brings his hand to his mouth, licks the tip of his fingers. “I can’t get enough of your taste. I fantasize about it at night sometimes.”
God, the things he says to me. They drive me wild. I can scarcely draw breath. No man has ever spoken like that to me before. Has ever just flat-out told me how much he wants me. It’s heady.
I take his hand and lead him to the bed. His skin is burning to the touch, his grip tight. We fall on top of the covers together, and our legs intertwine as our mouths find each other’s.
He grips the base of my skull and
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