“Oh, yes.” Cole grabs the bottom of myshirt, pulling it over my head. He runs his fingers along my collarbone anddown the middle of my chest, pulling lightly at the tiny pink bow. “You’reright. I like the little bow.”
I smile, relaxing as Cole caresses me.His touch is tender and loving. He pulls lightly on the cup of my bra, exposingthe milky flesh. The cool air and anticipation of Cole’s touch causes my nippleto pucker and swell. He leans over, flicking his tongue out across my rosypeak. I hum and arch into him and he draws the taut bud into the recesses ofhis mouth. He alternates between swirling his tongue around and then grazinghis teeth over the stiff peak. After the third or fourth time, I’ve lost count,my body’s singing with pleasure. I grab Cole’s hand, sliding it down mystomach. “Here,” I groan, raising my knees, parting my legs.
“Kate, look at me,” Cole whispers over myskin.
I open my eyes, locking with hisblue-black ones. He gets that drop-dead gorgeous smile on his face. “I can’tjust play with one, the other will get jealous.” He kisses the breast he’s beenlavishing on and then exposes my other mound.
I groan with a mixture of desire andimpatience. He rolls the nipple between his fingers, pinching slightly, andthen covers his mouth over it. As he licks and nips my other breast, his handglides down, unbuttoning my pants. He slides his hand down just under mypanties. I grab his wrist, trying to guide his hand lower, but it doesn’tbudge. Instead, he crawls over, straddling me. He kisses up my chest and neck,lightly flicking his tongue into my mouth, his hands cupping each breast. Whenhe deepens our kiss, his fingers roll my nipples with a stinging sensation. Hotelectric pleasure shoots down my chest to my core. My hips arch and I let out amoan, wrapping my legs around him.
“So sensitive, it’s a beautiful sight.”
“Mmhmm,” is all I manage to articulate.
“Katie!”Pound, pound, pound.
I tilt my head back, gritting my teethand covering my face with my hands.
“Give us a minute, Mrs. Cook,” Cole callsout, keeping his eyes on me, a mischievous grin on his face.
“We have a problem with the sleepingarrangements.” My mother yells from behind the door.
“Jill.” I groan with frustration.
Cole pulls my bra up over my breasts andI nearly come from the sensations that shoot through me. I bite my lip andmoan.
“Sorry baby.” Cole rubs my back, thencrawls off me, grabbing my shirt, helping me put it on. He gives me the once-over andwinces.
“What?” I turn and glance in the mirror.My neck and face are flushed and splotchy. I shake my head.My mother willjust think I’m sick. “Let’s get this over with.” I mutter under my breath. AndCole opens the door.
“Oh, there you two are. What were youdoing in here?” My mother peeks her head into the room looking around.
“Tell Jill if she doesn’t want to sleepwith Grandma to make Annie or Kathy switch with her.”
“Oh, no. It’s not that.” She turns backto look at us. “It’s, well, I’m not really comfortable with you and Cole sharinga room. I mean, I know technically you two are married, but I wasn’t there. Forme and the rest of the family, your wedding is in a couple of weeks. Kathy,Grandma, and I would appreciate if maybe you and Cole slept in different roomswhile we’re here.”
We both stare at her like her head hasjust popped off. Okay, I stare at her like that, Cole just smiles and nods. Howdoes he do that, keep his emotions in check? She can’t really be serious? Ikeep staring at her, hoping she gets to the punchline of her joke sooner ratherthan later. But I know her and the punchline’s never coming.And apparentlyneither am I for the rest of the week. The hell I’m not! “Mother, how—”
But Cole places a hand on my shoulder,silencing me. “If it would make you more comfortable, my grandfather and cousinare staying in the villa next to us. I can bunk there for the next few days.”
“Oh, that’s great. That means—” My momtries to cut in but Cole holds up a hand.
“However, this is ours bedroom, and Iwant to keep it that way. So Kate will stay here, and the sleeping arrangementswill stay the same.”
My mother opens her mouth but then shutsit again. I don’t think that’s what she had in mind.
“NO!” I say with a little too muchenthusiasm. “I’m glad you and everyone are here, but no. This is our home, mineand Cole’s.” Cole squeezes my shoulder. I want to add more, like have somerespect for us, but I don’t want to make this worse.
“Very well.” She purses her lips andturns on her heel, leaving.
I try very hard to get a hold of myemotions but I’m hot and bothered in a good way and now hot and bothered in abad way. I do, however, manage to shut the door without slamming it, then turnand walk back into the bedroom. “How could she possibly even think that, letalone say that?” I rant as I take my shirt and bra off. “I mean honestly. Howold does she think I am? Treating me like a hormonal teenager. Good grief.” Ipull my jeans down, taking them off. I turn around, pointing my finger at Cole.“And you. You were going to give her what she wanted, to an extent.” I turn thelight on to the closet and walk in.
“Cookie,” Cole calls from the bedroom.
I come out standing at the door of thewalk-in closet. “Are you coming?”
“Into the closet with you?”
“Don’t you want to finish what westarted?”
