With a soft sigh and a murmured come here, he drew her gently into his arms.
She went gladly, gratefully, her gaze locked with his. “Didn’t you want to talk first?”
“It’ll have to wait.”
Chapter Three
Kissing Mila without clarifying…well, anything…could be a mistake. Cole accepted that possibility.
Near as he could tell, she needed a hug. It so happened he needed a kiss. Combining the two was a natural pairing.
With her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, he couldn’t separate the crazy beating of his heart from hers. He held her gaze, made brighter by the color suffusing her cheeks.
She hadn’t grabbed onto him yet. Her hands rested on his shoulders. Neutral. Uncommitted. To be on the safe side, he gave her time to push him away.
She stayed put, her rosy lips slightly parted, her breathing quick and shallow. Keeping her tucked close, he cupped the back of her head.
Her hair felt glorious, soft and silky. Spreading his fingers, he sifted through those dark, glossy waves.
Her breath hitched and she gripped his shoulders.
“Second thoughts?”
“Nope.”
“Alrighty, then.” Pulse racing, he dipped his head and touched down on her tempting mouth. Fire coursed through his veins, but he’d go slow, be gentle, not rush?—
Whoa! Clearly Mila had other plans. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she urged him closer and boldly invited him in. Her whimper of impatience sent a potent message. Take whatever you want.
And oh, how he wanted. He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Her sexy moan blew a hole in every good intention. Gripping her tush, her pulled her in tight, groaning as his heat melded with hers.
His cock surged to life and hunger laid waste to restraint. Reaching under her sweater, he found the back catch of her bra. She moaned again, clearly urging him on. He dealt with the hooks, loosening the bra so he could cradle her breast and stroke her nipple until it grew rigid, eager for the tug of his mouth.
Her warm skin against his palm made him dizzy with anticipation. Once they made it through those barn doors, he would caress her until she begged for what they both wanted, what they’d waited for….
His better angel murmured something in his ear. He blocked it. The warning came again. You waited for a reason, idiot! You could ruin everything!
Mustering what little control he had left, he forced himself to stop kissing her, but he couldn’t make himself let go of her breast. He gulped for air. “We have to?—”
“Open the…open the doors. I know.” She gasped out the words.
“First…first we should…talk.”
“Talk?” Panting, she wiggled out of his arms, dislodging his hand. “Now?”
“Yes.” He fought the urge to reach for her. “About our?—”
“You had your hand on my tata!” She tugged down her sweater.
“I only meant to kiss you.”
“Seriously?”
“Kissing’s a big deal! A first step! I thought we’d kiss and maybe cuddle and then…talk.”
She glanced at his crotch before returning her attention to his face, eyebrows lifting.
“I can’t help that. You get to me.”
