He turned his head on the pillow. “I’m not better just yet. Come here, baby.”
That was all I needed to hear. His words and soft tone brought tears to my eyes. There was no longer any sign of the anger that had been leaking from every pore.
I curled into his side, my head on his chest, listening to the thump of his heart, with my hand on his stomach and leg thrown over his.
My eyes floated shut and a smile tugged at my lips.
“You’re tired,” he whispered.
“I’m really not.”
His arm tightened around my back, pressing me against him, his thigh between my legs. There was no space between us now and he clung to me like he thought I might vanish.
“Oakley,” he said, pushing his hand into my hair as he heard my intake of breath. Rolling onto his side, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and groaned.
My breath caught in my throat, body on fire at the feel of his skin on mine, and it wouldn’t be long until I couldn’t take it anymore. I held him tighter, desperate for some friction against the ache between my legs. Did he want to keep this strictly hugging only? That was going to drive me crazy, I was already wound too tight.
“I’m trying really hard to be good here, but if you keep pressing that body against mine, I’m going to fucking lose the last thread of control I have.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
“I know that’s what you want, but we’re on a futon in your cousin’s room.”
Okay, it was hardly a hotel room in Italy….
He hissed between his teeth as I wrapped my leg around him. His erection pressed against my pubic bone. I bit my lip as pleasure coursed through my veins.
“Fuck,” he said, drawing out the word and closing his eyes. “We’re not alone in this house. Not like this…”
Gritting his teeth, he detangled his legs from mine, and opened his eyes. His brows were pulled together like he was in pain. I felt the same.
“I need it to be right, and this futon makes a noise every time I breathe.”
It wasn’t that bad, but I got what it meant.
Smirking at him, I watched regret cross his face.
“Ihatemyself right now.” He groaned.
“I don’t want anyone walking in or hearing us, either.”
If only I could stop my body from overheating. I was so turned on and so ready for a release that I couldn’t see straight. My skin hummed, begging for him to touch me.
“Fuck, I’m never going to be able to lay here and keep my mouth off you. I need to kiss you,” he said, cupping my jaw and drawing me closer.
I tangled my hands in his hair, tugging on the strands and making him moan. His lips brushed mine with a featherlight touch that made my toes curl.
Neither of us moved for the longest time. He stared into my eyes, and I felt how much he wanted this. I also felt how badly I’d hurt him. It was all there in his expression. I wanted to take every ounce of hurt away from him.
“Cole,” I whispered against his lips. I pressed harder and his eyes closed a fraction of a second before mine. He opened up, his mouth caressing mine, tugging, dominating.
I’d dreamt of this every night for the last four years. My fantasies didn’t compare, they weren’t even close. This was even better than last time.
I curled my body around his, and he kissed me like he wanted to make up for lost time in one night.
Chapter 12
Cole
