“Not much. Ali’s dragged my mum into the city for a show and to get her drunk. Jasper said he was going meeting friends but that means he’s seeing Abby. Lizzie came back for ten minutes and then left again, looking rather pleased, so I think she’s really into this boyfriend.How was paintballing?”
“Painful. You’re alone…”
“I am. Fresh out of the shower and watching TV.”
My hands tightened on the steering wheel, images of water cascading down her body making me push down on the accelerator a fraction harder. “I will be fifteen minutes.”
“Oh, you want to come over?” she teased.
“Don’t be cute.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
She disconnected the call, probably while laughing at me. I could almost hear it.
I put my foot down, wanting to turn GTA on everyone who was in front of me on the road.
Eleven minutes later, I pulled up on Ali’s drive, practically abandoning my car. I ran along the path and knocked. My knuckles stinging at how hard I’d rapped on the door.
Oakley opened up seconds later, leaning against the frame. She smirked. “Well, this is–”
I stepped forward, unable to stop myself moving to her. My hands held her cheeks, the heat from her soft skin sinking into my fingers. “You’re beautiful,” I said, and my lips met hers in a hot and needy kiss that made my heart thump against my ribcage and my dick swell against her stomach.
“I… like… this… greeting,” she muttered between kisses, clinging to me. I couldn’t fucking stop long enough to let her speak properly.
Moving forward, I kicked the door closed and bent down to pick her up. Her tongue duelled with mine as she wrapped her legs around my waist, the kiss becoming more urgent by the second.
I couldn’t get her upstairs fast enough. Everything we’d been through, all of the hurt and anger, poured into our kiss as I clumsily carried her upstairs, my foot almost slipping on a step.
She whimpered against my mouth, arching her hips into my erection. Then her fingers tangled into my hair, and I moaned against her tongue.
“You ready to go off, baby?”
“Please,” she panted, clawing at my back.
Four years. Fourfuckingyears.
We made it to Lizzie’s room and I kicked the door shut behind us.
I laid her down on the noisy futon and worked at getting her clothes off.
“I need to see every perfect inch of you,” I said, pulling her jeans down. She gripped the hem of my T-shirt and whipped it off over my head.
Next, she tugged at my belt and jeans. “I want you naked, too. Please, Cole, I can’t take it.”
Her words made my stomach clench. I got her top off and popped open her bra. Our clothes strewn messily beside the futon.
Groaning, I leant back on my knees and took her in. Laying beneath me, naked, with a parted mouth and glossy eyes. She’d never looked so perfect. Her body was stunning before but now…goddam.
“Cole,” she whimpered.
I ran my hands along her hips. “You keep begging me like that and I’m going to come.”
Moaning, her head hit the pillow as she flopped into the thin mattress. I moved my hands up, tracing my fingers between her breasts and across her shoulder bone, her body shuddering against my touch. She was still so responsive.
“What do you want first? Tell me and it’s yours.”
“Cole, I…” she whispered, biting her lip.
