“She told me to do it. Told me to trust you. Told me that she was pretty sure you’d be on board with the plan.”
He chuckles.
“Are you going to tell her about last night?”
I hesitantly nod, my heart racing with fear that he doesn’t want me to talk about him.
“Good. I’m glad you have someone you trust to confide in. And she was right, I’m very much on board with any plan that involves you kissing me.”
Sliding from the stool, he twists me around and steps between my legs.
“Let me show you.”
He wraps his hand around my neck and tips my face back with his thumb beneath my jaw.
His lips brush mine in the sweetest of kisses before he drags his tongue along the bottom one, seeking permission to deepen our connection.
I make him wait a second or two, but I can’t hold out any longer. Twisting my fingers in his T-shirt, I drag him closer, losing myself in his kiss.
We’re both breathless by the time we part. His pupils are blown, and when I drop my eyes, it’s impossible to miss that his sweats are a little tighter than they were before.
The urge to reach for him and discover what’s really hiding beneath the fabric burns through me, but I force myself to keep my hands where they are. It’ll be worth the wait.
“So, are you going to tell me more about what we’re doing today?”
He grins down at me. “You’re in?”
“As long as it’s with you, then, yeah. Of course I’m in.”
“Okay, go and get dressed. You need to be in something comfortable but also something you don’t mind getting dirty.”
I narrow my eyes at him as I try to figure out what he’s planning, but he gives nothing away.
“Changing your mind?”
“Nope. Not a chance,” I say as I jump from my stool and rush toward my bedroom. “What are you doing? You need to get ready, too.”
Cole looks back at the disaster that is his kitchen, looking torn.
“It’ll still be there later,” I tell him.
“Yeah,” he agrees before marching my way. “Be ready in thirty?”
“You got it, boss.”
Twenty-eight minutes later,I step out of my bedroom wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized T-shirt. I’d love to say that it was my first outfit option, but the truth is I went through four different ones before settling on this.
Cole is already in the kitchen, tidying up what we said we’d leave until later.
“I thought we were going out?” I tease.
At the sound of my voice, he immediately stops what he’s doing and turns my way.
His eyes hold mine for a beat before dropping down my body.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” I mutter shyly. I haven’t done anything special, and it’s not like I’m wearing fancy clothes, but it doesn’t seem to matter to him. “Gonna tell me where we’re going yet?”
