Page 22 of My Reluctant Valentine

Cole blinked. I felt his body jerk beneath my hip, knowing he’d understood my awkward medical-speak perfectly. I wanted to suck his cock.

“What did you say?” He looked at me with narrowed eyes. Hungry eyes.

“I, um,” My shyness returned.

He cupped my hand in his face. “Say it, baby It’s just you and me. You can say anything to me.”

I swallowed, then whispered, “I want to suck your cock, Cole.”

“Baby, you’re killing me here.” His fingers tightened on my jaw.

My pulse kicked up. “What’s the matter? Haven’t made it to that lesson plan yet?”

His eyes darkened. “We haven’t even made it through volume one yet.”

“Volume one?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his hand moving up my thigh. “Of how your body responds to my touch.”

I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his. I shivered at the thought. Of him teaching me more about my body, learning about his… and the fact that his words indicated a longer, lasting relationship. “Don’t worry, I can multi-task.”

I let my hand travel down his chest, my fingers finding the waistband of his jeans.

He caught my wrist. Firm. Controlled. “No, baby girl. Driving first,” he murmured. “Then your reward. Both of us need to stay focused.”

“How can I stay focused when all I can think about is,” I leaned in, nipping his earlobe before whispering, “oral manipulation techniques of the glans—”

That was as far as I got before he scooped me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me back to the bedroom.

“What about driving?” I managed between breathless giggles as he quickly stripped us of our clothing.

“Screw it,” he growled. “Consider this a practical lesson in handling a stick shift.”

For the next half-hour I learned just how skilled he was at multitasking.

It was another wintery day in Hope Peak and the parking lot was covered in snow. I eyed his SUV uncertainly. It was a monstrosity of a vehicle and there were no obstacles in sight. Still. The thought of getting behind the wheel was a daunting one.

His arms wrapped around me from behind. “Just sitting in the driver’s seat. Engine off. No pressure.”

“You’ll stay with me?”

“Always.” The word held weight. It held promise.

His hand at my back guided me to the driver’s side. When I hesitated, he pressed a kiss to my temple.

“Trust me?”

I did. That was the crazy part. I trusted this man I’d known for such a short time more than I’d trusted anyone since the accident.

“Okay.” I slid into the driver’s seat, my heart racing for entirely different reasons when he leaned across me to adjust the seatbelt.

“Better?” His voice was low, intimate.

“The proximity to your... muscles... is somewhat distracting from a medical perspective.”

His laugh eased some of my tension. “After, I’ll let you examine my muscles all you want.”

“Any muscle?” I couldn’t help but tease.

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