He frowned. “My room is the same as yours.”
“You have a better view.” I pointed at the window. “I thought I had a great view of a bunch of palm trees, but you could see the beach if it wasn’t pouring.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Move in here, then.”
I nearly choked on a piece of pineapple and had to cough. When I recovered, I rasped, “What?”
“I’ll switch with you,” he said.
“Oh, no, my room is fine.” I turned away to hide my blush, hoping he’d think my cheeks were red from coughing, but that was a mistake. My gaze landed on the king-size bed. It was neatly made, but for a moment, I imagined the sheets tangled around my ankles and his weight pressing into me.
He set down his empty plate and wiped his hands on a napkin. “Have you called home today?”
Grateful for the change of subject, I relaxed into the sofa. “Yeah, it’s Black Friday, and my sisters all go shopping together super early. I’d just finished talking to them when I went out to the beach.” I eyed the last slice of pineapple but set my plate on the table. “What about you?”
He refilled our glasses of water from the bottle. “I’ll call Caitlyn this afternoon. I’m trying not to piss off her mother since she and her husband had to cancel their trip to Napa when I changed my plans.”
Guilt bubbled in my stomach. “I’m so sorry. Really, you could’ve gone home.”
“Stop apologizing. I’m exactly where I want to be, and Zara couldn’t possibly hate me more than she already does. Now, are you going to eat that last piece of pineapple?”
“No, you can have it.”
“Don’t do that, Bridget.” His gaze burned into me. “You want it. Take it.”
I shivered and tugged the opening of my robe closer to my neck. “We’ll share it.” I reached across the table for the slice. When I bit into it, the sweet, tart flavor burst across my tongue, and juice dripped down my wrist. I held out the other half to him.
Grasping my arm, Cole licked the trail of juice from my wrist. “That was the only part I wanted.”
I gasped. “Jesus, Cole.” It was like he’d ignited a fire on my arm that raced up my shoulder and down my spine.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like.” Still gripping my forearm, he directed my hand back toward my mouth. “Now, finish it.”
I took the bite into my mouth and chewed. “Bossy much?” I murmured.
“I don’t think you mind.” He tugged my hand back toward himself and sucked the juice from each of my fingers.
He was right. Between the delicious pineapple and the suction on my fingers, it was almost more than I could bear. Heat pulsed between my legs, and I tipped my head back and groaned. “We…aren’t we supposed to be talking?”
“It’s up to you,” he said. “We can talk, or I can use my mouth in what I’d argue are better ways.”
“I don’t want to argue.” My heart pounded. It was hard to get a full breath with him gripping my wrist like he owned it.
“Good. You’ve got pineapple juice on your face.” He leaned over and kissed me, sweeping his tongue over my lower lip and pressing me into the arm of the loveseat.
Why hadn’t I realized that kissing was amuchbetter way for him to use his smart mouth? I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, tasting salt and sweetness on his tongue. He kissed me the way he did so many things in the office, like it was his sole focus, like he’d spent hours, days, weeks honing his skill. Like he’d taken a masterclass in making out. My nerve endings were on fire.
When I was breathless, he kissed across my jaw to the sensitive spot under my ear. I buried my hands in his thick hair. It was like silk under my fingers.
“Yes,” he muttered between kisses. “Keep doing that.”
As I burrowed my fingers deeper into his hair and massaged his scalp, he dragged his lips down the side of my neck, then around to the base of my throat. He looked up, his eyebrows raised in a question.
I fisted my hands in his hair and nodded. He kept going, pushing aside my robe with his chin. His stubble was deliciously rough on my breast as he traced his tongue toward my nipple. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, then the flat part, testing and teasing. I was probably hurting him with my tight grip on his hair, but every part of my body tensed as he lapped my breast to a needy peak. “More,” I moaned.
He looked up. “More here?” At last, he set his lips over my nipple and sucked until pleasure flooded to my toes, and I groaned.
“Yes,that’s?—”
