Page 96 of Love Unforgettable
“What is it? Who is it?”
“George Strait. The song is called ‘I Cross My Heart’ from a movie calledPure Country.” His mouth is against the top of my head, the feel of his lips moving in my hair gives me goosebumps.
I never want this dance to end. This song that is all about a lifetime of love, a man who just wants to make his woman’s dreams come true. It’s beautiful. It’s how I envision Cole will be with the woman in his life.
Cole moves in a way that completely belies his frame and stature. So elegant and light. Pulling me along with him as though we’ve been dancing together for years. As though I can actually dance. I feel like I’m floating along with him, lost in his eyes, in this song, in this moment. I pull my head away from his chest to look up at him.
He’s going to kiss me.
God, please say he’s going to kiss me.
He leans down closer and brushes his lips against mine. A soft whisper of a kiss that electrifies me from the inside out. He rubs his cheek against mine. A move that is as much of a turn on as the kiss. Cole’s touch is so soft, it’s almost fleeting. He runs his nose along my hairline. My breath catches. His arms tighten around me, and I reach up to wind mine around his neck.
The song keeps going. “In all the world, you’ll never find, a love as true as mine.” It’s like Cole is using words to narrate our relationship. Or, it could be wishful thinking on my part. I know he likes me. But, does helike me,like me. You know?
We keep dancing, Cole is moving slowly, sensually. He runs his hands along my back, under my jacket, along the bare skin of my upper back. God, I love the feel of his hands on my skin. He nuzzles my neck, breathing me in.
“I want to bottle your scent,” he says with a light kiss to my ear lobe. I shiver in response. “Cold?” he asks.
“No,” I say.
He lifts me slightly, so our faces are nearly aligned. My feet dangle at his calves, my arms tighten around his neck. He kisses me again. This one deeper than the last. Still not a full make-out session, but definitely serious.
The song changes again. This one I know, finally.
“This is the song fromUrban Cowboy,” I say excitedly. He laughs lightly.
“Among other things, yes.”
“This is when Bud was trying to make Sissy jealous with Pam. It was so sad.”
“Hmmm,” he responds.
“You don’t really care, do you?” I tease.
“Nope,” he says bringing his lips back to mine. We spend the rest of the song kissing. I have to resist the urge to wrap my legs around his waist. One because I’m wearing a dress. And two because we are in public. He lets me slide down his body slightly, until my toes are resting on the tops of his, like a kid dancing with an adult. It gives me another inch or so to reach his lips with mine, and I have no intention of stopping the kissing anytime soon.
Songs come and go. Cole has maneuvered us into a dark corner and we’ve almost stopped moving, the dancing near forgotten. He growls as he pushes me up against a wall, lifting me slightly and pinning me at the hips with his. His knee slips between my legs, and finally his tongue seeks entrance. I open and let him in, the kiss turns serious fast.
“Oh God, Cole,” I moan into his mouth and start to ride his thigh. His hand slips under my dress and cups my ass, pulling me against him even more. He’s so hard under his jeans, it’s all I can do to stop from unzipping and mounting him right now.
“Get it, girl.” I hear from somewhere to the side of us. Cole immediately stops, lowers his leg, and sets me down, making sure everything is covered and as it normally would be before turning to see who is talking, but whoever it was has moved on.
“I’m so sorry, sweetness. So sorry. That was just plain juvenile of me.”
“Are you kidding me? That was hot, seriously hot,” I say. He palms my cheek and smiles at me.
“It was disrespectful.”
“Hey, didn’t we decide that I wasn’t to be respected?” I ask.
He laughs in response. “I’d like to kiss you somewhere more private, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind,” I say. “Let’s go.”
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Cole pulls up the center console in his truck so I can strap in next to him on the way home. He holds my hand the entire time, our hands resting on my left thigh. Thumb running along the side of my hand. A small touch that drives me wild. I can’t wait to get him out of this car and into my bedroom. I’m so turned on it’s all I can do to not straddle him while he’s driving. I don’t even sing along to 70’s on 7, I’m not able to focus on anything other than him.
