Cole’s tongue drags against mine before he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.
A groan rumbles in my throat, but it’s nowhere near as loud as the one his stomach makes, which makes us both laugh all over again.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as delirious in all my life, and he hasn’t even touched me.
Cole Hansley is like a drug. One that I have no intention of giving up anytime soon.
“I should get you some food,” I say, cupping his jaw with my hand.
“But what if I want to eat you?” The question is so sincere, so raw and honest, it sends a shot of desire straight to my core.
Swallowing nervously, I hold his eyes, trying to say the words that I need to right now.
“That…what we just did, it was incredible. But—” His eyes shutter as if I’m about to shoot him down and put an end to this. “But I need to take it slow.”
A smile kicks up one side of his mouth.
“Slow?” he repeats, and I nod.
“Yeah. There might have been a time in my life when I could go from zero to sixty in a few seconds, but that girl is long gone. I need…I need time to process and?—”
He kisses me again, stealing my words. “I already told you, Whirlwind. I’ll go at whatever pace you want. You just set the speed, and that’s how we’re traveling. As long as I get this,” he says, sliding his hand from my hip to my ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast, making me shudder. “And this,” he adds before kissing me sweetly. “Then that’s all I need. Well, that and a shower. I kinda made a mess.”
My giggles hit me again.
I made Cole Hansley come in his pants. That might just be my biggest life achievement to this point.
“Alright, there’s no need for laughing. It’s your fault anyway,” he says, finally pushing up so he’s kneeling between my legs with my hands resting on his thighs.
“How is it my fault?”
His eyes drop to my new jersey. “You look unbelievably hot in that.”
“Your fault. You left it for me to wear.”
“Yeah,” he muses, lifting one hand to rub his jaw. “I guess it is my own fault. Worth it though.”
“Oh yeah?” I can’t help the smirk that pulls at my lips.
“Yeah. Promise me you’ll never wear anything else to my games.”
I nod. “I promise.”
“Knowing that you’re watching me while wearing my name across your shoulders like you own me does things to me.”
My eyes widen. “Like I own you? I’m pretty sure most players see it the other way around,” I tease.
“I’m not most players. No matter what happens here, I’ll never own you. You’re your own woman who is free to do asyou please. Me, however? I’m yours. Pretty sure I have been for weeks now.”
The confession makes my heart rate increase.
His eyes hold mine as his words float around us.
He’s serious.
He…
This is too much. Too fast. Too…everything.
