“No one like you, that’s for sure,” I grin. “I’m just calculating my chances of getting bit.”
In all the good places, of course.Shut up, Cole.
“That all depends on you,” Noelle says with a wink.
What the actual fuck does that mean?
Two can play that game, though. “Oh, I do love a challenge.”
Noelle’s eyebrow cocks up, those warm brown eyes dragging up and down my body before a smirk pulls at her lips. “Just get in here before your ego catches frostbite. Or, what was it you said? You freeze your cock off?”
Torture, that’s what this is. Having her in my bed is bad enough, but hearing her say cock?Fuck.
This is a bad idea. A terrible, wonderful, monumentally catastrophic idea. But it’s too late to back out now.
The silk sheets are cold against my skin when I slide in next to Noelle, every inch of my body hyper-aware of her closeness. I reach out my hand to turn off the light before remembering her fear of the dark, and drop it at once.
“Goodnight.” Noelle yawns. She bunches up the sheets and pulls them into her chest for safekeeping. She’s so cute.
I release a breath. I guess this isn’t so bad. “Goodnight, Honey.”
Sliding down further on the mattress, I turn onto my side until her hair tickles my nose and the scent of her pear shampoo consumes my being, driving out any thought that isn’t about her.
She shivers, and on instinct I pull her into the crook of my body, cradling her against me to share my heat. I say instinct, but really, there is no one I’d do this with but her.
It’s my kryptonite, though. The moment her spine presses into my chest my desire takes me hostage, and no amount of visualizing roadkill can stop it.
Noelle’s voice is soft as a dove when she says, “Did you just get a—”
“I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s been a long time since I’ve had someone in my bed,” I say, and for a moment I swear she squirms in my arms just to turn me on more. “And when the most beautiful woman in the world is in my arms, you can’t blame a man for getting a little excited.”
“Oh.” Silence fills the room, heavy and unknown, and I silently curse my mouth for speaking the words. Then Noelle presses her ass against me, carefully sliding it up and down my length, and I can barely stifle my moan. “All of this, for me?”
I drop my forehead into the crook of her neck. She doesn’t seem scared off or offended, but if she keeps this up…things are bound to get awkward quick.
“Yeah, Honey. Just for you. Andonlyyou.”
Chapter five
Noelle
Cole’sarmsarewarmand heavy wrapped around my waist, pulling me tight into the safety of his body.
I’m in no rush to open my eyes. In fact, I hope this storm goes on forever, until we are nothing but bones wrapped in silk, locked into an eternal embrace. Especially since this is the first time in over a decade that I’ve slept through the night.
Cole is still locked in dreams, his skin brushing mine with every breath. If he woke up now, would he feel the same? Or would he feel panic, regretting ever coming to get me in the first place?
Last night, right before I fell asleep, he told me it’s been a long time since he’s had someone in his bed. Does that mean he hasn’t dated since Annabelle? That he hasn’t slept with anyone in eight months?
No, that can’t be right. As owner of the Candy Cane Café I am practically forced to hear about his sexual exploits, and though I know they are rumors some of the stories seem very convincing. And why wouldn’t they be?
Cole is almost annoyingly handsome, like his body and face were hand-sculpted by some ancient Greek sculptor trying to depict a god, and he’s got enough money to buy this entire town ten times over. He might not be the most cheery person to meet, but any of those girls would be lucky to have even that piece of him. Why would he deny himself that simple joy?
I shake my head to clear the thought. I’m his best friend; it’s not my place to think about these things.
Even if he got hard from me being in his bed.
Even if, in my sleep-addled state, I rubbed myself against him. And heliked it.
