Cole
This has to be the hottest sex I’ve ever had.
I’m still leaning over Holly, trying to catch my breath, and a strong surge of tenderness washes through me, a feeling I never experienced with the other women I’ve been with since Millie.
When I slept with out-of-towners, we all knew the parameters—it was about having a good time. Nothing more, nothing less. I made sure they knew they weren’t getting dinner or flowers out of me, and most were just looking for a quick fling. They didn’t want anything permanent with a brewery owner in a North Carolina mountain resort town. And that was exactly how I liked it.
But it occurs to me that I never discussed any boundaries or expectations with Holly. Is that because I haven’t been with a woman in more months than I can count right now, or because I already broke my most important rule?
Never bring a woman into my home with Jane.
I get up and walk over to the sink to grab some paper towels, suddenly feeling uneasy.
What have I done?
Holly gets up and gives me an appraising look. “I take it this is the moment when you usually toss your clothes back on and leave?”
It takes me a second to process what she just said. The sight of her naked body has slowed down all the synapses in my brain. Sure, I saw her naked earlier, but I was so eager to get inside her that I didn’t take the opportunity to truly appreciate what I was looking at. To admire her in all her naked glory.
My cock twitches with the sudden urge to take her again.
She asked me a question. What did she ask? “Uh…”
A smug grin stretches her lips, the same lips that were wrapped around my cock when this whole thing started.
Jesus, I’m getting hard again.
Her gaze drops down, and her smile widens before her gaze lifts to mine. “Ready for round two?”
Weirdly enough, I am, but part of me doesn’t want to—the confused part that’s still struggling to process what just happened.
I give my head a small shake, her question rising to the surface of my scrambled brain. “I’m not leaving. This is my place.”
“I know that,” she says, rolling her eyes as she bends over and retrieves her clothes off the floor. When she’s bent over like that, I have a glorious view of her peach-shaped ass.
My cock jerks as my mind flashes a fantasy of sitting her down on my kitchen counter to fuck her.
Down boy. Get a grip. You’re not some lusty teen.
No, apparently, you’re some lusty thirty-six-year-old.
I brace myself for the inevitable horror at the thought of possibly starting something with her, but it doesn’t come. What the hell?
“Relax,” she says with a laugh as she finishes gathering her clothes and heads into the bathroom. “This isn’t the kind of test you get graded on. I’m teasing. I don’t usually stick around long myself.” Before my mind can supply something to say, she shuts the bathroom door.
I’m still standing in front of the sink, naked, so I wet the paper towel and clean up, then head into my room, grab a pair of gray sweatpants and a T-shirt, and quickly pull them on. When I head back into the living room, Holly is emerging from the bathroom, fully dressed.
It seems a crying shame to cover up a body as beautiful as hers. She’s like a work of art, with curvy hips and the kind of ass that gives a man something to hang on to. But I’ll never tell her that. For one thing, I don’t offer post-coital compliments. Too big of a chance of giving the woman the wrong idea. For another, I think she’d probably laugh at me.
But the look on her face as her gaze drifts down to my dick and back up to my face suggests she likes what she sees too.
“Look,” she says with a wry grin. “I realize this is typically when both of us would ditch the person we just fucked, but”—she thumbs toward the computer on the dining room table—“I’m not done setting up Jane’s computer.”
I laugh. “I’m not kicking you out, Holly.”
“I didn’t think you’d want me sticking around.” There’s a hint of vulnerability in her eyes—only for a brief second—but I catch it before it’s gone.
She’s right. But…this is different. It’s the first time I’ve had a woman in my personal space. That, combined with my fear of losing Jane, must be the reason for an unexpected wave of longing that tightens my chest.
