My head is swimming, and my knees are weak. I can't think straight. All I can do is focus on the sensation of his fingers on my skin, his body so close to mine.
"I was thinking about you." My voice is barely a whisper, and I'm not sure he can even hear me.
"What were you thinking about?"
"Touching you."
Cole groans, the sound making my heart leap.
"Where were you touching me, Annie?"
"Everywhere."
More than I wanted to tell him, but I can't help it. The truth is spilling from my lips, and I can't stop it. Not when the scent of him is swimming through my mind. Freshly out of the shower, and something else. Something dark and dangerous. Forbidden.
"Show me."
Cole's voice is rough, his hand still on the back of my neck.
I don't want to move. I don't want to breathe. I don't want anything except him.
I reach up and put my hands back on his chest, not even aware they had fallen in the firstplace.
His muscles tense under my touch, and his breathing grows ragged.
"Keep going."
He guides my hands down his chest, over his stomach.
I feel the ridges of his abs, the heat of his skin through the thin material of his shirt.
"Did you think about kissing me?"
I nod, unable to form words.
"Say it."
"Yes," I breathe, the word a confession.
"Yes, what?"
"I thought about kissing you."
"Show me."
I swallow, my throat suddenly dry.
"Show me," he repeats.
I tremble, his words sending a jolt of need through me. My eyes meet his, and the look in his eyes is raw, primal. He wants me. Badly.
I slide my hands up his chest, his neck, and thread them through his damp hair. I stand on mytoes and brush my lips against his.
It's a whisper of a kiss, but it sends a shockwave through my body. I lean back, almost scared of how much I want him.
But Cole groans and pulls me close, pressing his mouth to mine, deepening the kiss.
His tongue brushes against mine, and I melt against him.