Something possessive in his words started the tingling all over again.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
Cole’s hands landed on my bare thighs, the warmth of his touch flooding me before he captured my lips in a kiss that left no doubt about what he wanted.
By the time he pulled back, his shirt had been inched up my legs and I was almost to the point of self-combusting.
“Don’t you have farmer things to do today?” I asked, attempting to redirect his attention.
“Farmer things?”
I slipped off the stool and started collecting our plates. “Yeah, you know. Chase animals and ride horses.”
“Is that what you think I do?” There was mocking in Cole’s voice.
I just shrugged as I started filling the sink.
“There’s always shit to do around here, but I’d much rather do you,” Cole purred as he rounded the counter and cornered me against the sink.
“Cole,” I panted breathlessly.
He pressed a wet kiss against my exposed collarbone. “Yeah, sweetheart, I got shit to do. What are your plans for the day?”
My head was spinning. It felt all too easy. Sharing a meal, talking about our day. It would be easy to get caught up in the fairy tale and convince myself that this was my happily ever after.
Half an hour later, I was dressed, this time in my own clothes and Cole had led me out to my car.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asked as I slid behind the wheel.
He was leaning on the car door, looking down at me. I couldn’t shake the sight of him stepping out of the shower, water rivulets skating down his chest in all his naked glory. The man was a work of art and should be proud of what he was packing.
“Tonight?”
“Yeah. You know, after I do my farmer stuff.”
“You’re a smartass, you know,” I tossed back at him, knowing he’d never let me live my comment down. “But as for tonight. I’m not sure. I’m supposed to be helping Georgia and Gabriella at the B&B …”
“But after that?”
“After that? It could be nine o’clock before I finish if they make me help with dinner.”
“So? Nine’s not too late. Want me to pick you up or are you going to drive out here?” Cole asked.
“Who said I was coming?” I threw back, refusing to let him be the only one tossing out orders.
Cole squatted beside the door and reached through, his hand sliding along my thigh barely grazing the seam of my cutoffs. “Sweetheart, you’ll be coming all right. You’ll be coming on my fingers, on my tongue, and on my cock. And you and I both know you want to.”
Cole’s filthy words did things to me I couldn’t deny. A shiver passed through my body. As Cole traced his fingers across my thigh, we both knew I’d be back in his bed before the day was over.
“I don’t like you,” I declared, refusing to admit how much I actually did like him.
“Oh, sweetheart, you only wished you didn’t.” Cole smirked and it was official. I was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. Less than twenty-four hours with this man and he was changing everything I thought I knew, and worse, what I thought I wanted.
I pouted, and Cole just chuckled before leaning in and kissing me again. Damn, cowboy kisses were addictive. Between his Southern accent, his mama’s boy manners, and his kisses, I was confused how someone hadn’t locked him down years ago.
“Now, get out of here before I show you what real farmers do and take you for a roll in the hay,” Cole teased as he rose to his feet, stepped out of the way, and shut the door.
