“I thought we were sharing.”
“Uh…but…”
“But what, Whirlwind?”
Christ, does he really need to pull that nickname out right now?
“But,” I start, finding some confidence from somewhere to say what I’m thinking. “I’ve seen you photographed with tons of women.”
“Maybe so. But I’ve never spent more than a few hours with them at a time. I’ve certainly never spent the entire night.”
My brows rise as understanding dawns.
“You thought I was going to try and convince you I was a virgin, didn’t you?”
I shrug, trying to play it off.
“I’m not. Far from it, in fact. I won’t tell you that I’ve been a good boy because that would be a lie.”
I shift, and a lock of hair falls from my bun and tickles across my cheek.
Before I have a chance to move it, Cole’s fingers brush over my cheek, tucking it behind my ear.
My breathing stutters as the warmth from his touch burns all the way down my body and straight between my thighs.
My tongue skates across my bottom lip, and before I can stop myself, I shamelessly lean forward, closing the space between us.
Two of his fingers rest on my cheek, and the others wrap around the side of my neck. There is no way he can’t feel my racing pulse.
“Cole,” I whisper.
He shifts a little closer, the heat of his almost-naked body burning mine even hotter.
Kiss me. Please.
Just kiss?—
Bang.
I close my eyes as my dad’s deep voice rumbles up the stairs as he gets ready to call it a night.
I focus on my breathing, desperately trying to get myself under control.
Cole Hansley might be almost naked in my bed, but we’re under my parents’ roof right now. This isn’t the time or the place to start anything.
“Freya,” Cole whispers.
I’m powerless but to open my eyes.
The second I look into his heated gaze, I forget about everything I just told myself.
I need him. I?—
“Thank you.” I frown, not understanding. “Thank you for inviting me and making me a part of your family for a night. It…it means a lot to be included.”
“Oh, Cole.” My heart aches for the lost little boy I’m discovering that lives inside him. “You’re always welcome here.”
I want to cry out when he pulls his hand and warmth away from me, but it’s quickly forgotten when he demands, “Turn around.”
