“Well, since I am sold out for the grand opening, let’s pray it’s never this empty again,” he quips.
I smile at his light-hearted joke but take it as a sign that he doesn’t want to talk about life beyond this week. The question is do I respect it or do I push?
“Seriously,” he adds. “If you’re talking about me. This is who I am so I’m not changing but there is still a lot we need to learn about each other.”
He said more than I expected so I opt to let him continue. “Oh, yeah?”
Cole puts down his water and turns to face me more. His eyes momentarily browse my body since I wore this next to nothing dress to tease him during the date. I get a momentary flashback to when we went to my room after the spa. His t-shirt and sweatpants combo might as well have been male lingerie. The icing was whenhepounced on me. I like being the seductress but I want to know that the overwhelming desire works both ways. He proved it to me twice. I should be running for shelter but I want more. I’m lust-drunk.
“Yes,” he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Let me reiterate. I’m following your lead. If you want this to be a fling that expires the moment you leave the property, I’ll accept it. I’m not here to add more stress to your life. On the other hand, I’m not a player and I’m well past the casual sex phase of my life. If you want me, I’m yours. No hesitation.”
There he goes, making my heart flutter again. I’m extremely flattered but it also makes me scared. Cole makes me nervous, I know I’d be devastated if he left me. I’m not sure if I could endure that kind of pain. He seems like such a caring soul.
To buy time, I lean in and kiss him. He cups my cheek and returns the sweet kiss. We haven’t backed up but I feel him smiling against my lips.
“One day at a time?” I propose. “I don’t want it to be a fling that just ends when I leave nor do I want you to feel like you have to lock into a relationship immediately.”
His big hand squeezes my thigh once more and responds between kisses. “I.”Peck.“Can.”Peck. “Do.” Peck. “That.”
“Good because I’m fighting the urge to climb into your lap.”
He leans back, his blue eyes full of lust. “I’d never stop you from doing that.”
I look around because it’s one thing to let loose in the wild but I’m a bit more cautious on the resort grounds. I don’tneed anymore press. I straddle him and cup his face so I can control the intensity of the kiss. The way his hands dig into my hips makes me wet. After allowing the kiss to linger, I pull back and look at him.
“Dessert in the owner’s penthouse?”
His hands slip under my dress to knead my bare ass. Cole pulls me closer to show me he’s hard for me.
My body tingles from the gesture. No one has ever kept me in such a constant state of arousal. My lips crash into his again as I grind against him. He groans against my mouth then feeds me his tongue. We’re quickly falling into a lusty haze and we need to switch locations quickly.
Pulling willpower from the gods, I push up off of him and stand. He sits up and the angle just entices me to ride his face but I’m not sure if he’s interested in such activities. We’ve had sex several times and he hasn’t tried to eat me nor has he mentioned it. It’s not a deal breaker especially with the way he fucks me but it is interesting.
I hold out my hand to him. “Let’s go, Mr. Heywood.”
“Heavy on the wood,” he teases as he stands. I can see the outline of his erection and my mouth waters. “Fuck, Jess. Don’t lick your lips like that. You’re making me insane.”
To prove his point, he throws me over his shoulder and powerwalks to the room. My laughter rings out into the night and I’m breathless with amusement when we reach the room. The air conditioning hits my ass and the back of my legs when Cole pushes open the door.
He promptly slams behind him as he puts me on the counter. Cole pushes my legs open to make space for himself before he pulls me into a passionate kiss.My goodness.He kisses me like he’d die if my lips weren’t available.
His teeth nip at my neck, teasing the spot he’s discovered over the past few days. It’s like he earned a PHD in, pleasuring my body.
“Cole?” I say in half a moan and in half inquiry.
“Hmm?” He responds as he pushes down the straps of my dress.
I try to think past my arousal to ask the question in the least offensive way possible.
“Do you like oral?”
He stands to his full height and takes off his shirt. “Giving or receiving?”
The line of questioning has done nothing to stop him from stripping out of his date clothes. His pants are open and have slid lower on his hips giving me a glimpse of his erection outlined in his underwear.
“Both.”
“Why?”
