My face burns again, but no words find their way out.
“Do you need help down?” he asks, stepping up to me.
“That would be great.” He holds my gaze as his giant hands wrap around my waist. He lifts me from the counter effortlessly, as if I weigh no more than a feather.
My dress falls back around my thighs, but I can’t ignore the fact that I’m now wearing nothing underneath.
“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”
I shake my head, amazed that it takes him so little time and yet he always looks incredible.
“I’m going to need longer than that to put myself back together.”
“You look beautiful.”
I raise a brow, not believing a word of it. Something tells me that Cole has firmly undone all the good work Carly and Francesca did not so long ago.
Not wanting to argue, I take a step forward. But I don’t immediately move toward my bedroom to fix myself up. Instead, I pause in front of Cole.
In a brazen move, I reach forward and cup the impressive bulge in his pants.
His nostrils flare, his jaw tics, and a groan rumbles in his throat.
“Freya,” he warns. “You just said that we’re going to be late.”
“I-I know, but—” My fingers clench around him, and his eyes shutter with desire. “I owe you.”
“What?” he blurts, his eyes wide.
“You just…so I?—”
“No,” he says so firmly, I rear back a little.
“W-what do you mean, no? You don’t want me to …”
“Freya,” he breathes, leaning down and resting his forehead against mine. “I would love nothing more than for you to drop to your knees right now and return the favor. But that is notwhy I got you off. I did it because I wanted to, not because I felt like I had to, or because I owed you. I will never, ever, expect something because I’ve done it for you. I want you to want to do it.”
“I do, I?—”
“Later,” he rasps. “If you want to do it later, then I won’t stop you.”
I smirk up at him. “Is that right?”
“Yep. I’m all yours. You can do anything you’d like.”
“Hmm. The possibilities are endless,” I tease.
“I can’t wait. Now, I really need to get changed, and you probably want to grab a clean pair of panties.”
“Well, someone has stolen mine,” I mock.
“Or you could just go without.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Not a chance.”
He laughs before giving me a chaste kiss and disappearing to his room, leaving me with the sight of his solid ass in those perfectly fitted pants.
Man, I am one lucky, lucky girl.
