Page 53 of Love Unforgettable
Relieved, I nod, not trusting my voice to speak.
He holds my hand the entire mile and a half back to my front door. We walk in a comfortable silence. His thumb runs along the side of my palm, sending slight shivers up my spine.
I’m so attracted to him. What’s my problem?
Everyone leaves, Lexie. Look, Trevor has left you twice and you survived it both times. You already know you’ll be fine if he does it a third time. You can handle it. With this guy, who knows? He could destroy you when he leaves.
Make no mistake, everyone leaves.
We reach my front door, and for a moment I think he’s going to kiss me. Until I remember what he said before. He smooths my hair away from my face and leans in to press his lips to my forehead. He lingers for a beat then pulls away.
“Sleep well, sweetness.”
I nod. Not really knowing what else to do. He motions for me to open my door. I can hear all the dogs howling inside.
He smiles. “Seven, huh?”
“Yeah.” I laugh. “They can be a handful, but at the same time I don’t know what I’d do without them.” I step inside, give a small wave, and close the door slowly. Then watch through the curtains as he walks back down the drive.
Damn. I’m an idiot.
But, given the chance to change it, I doubt I would have handled anything differently tonight. Because I am a wreck. And I desperately need to get myself together.
* * *
I have a tough time getting to sleep. My mind keeps flip-flopping as much as my body tosses and turns.
Trevor.
Cole.
Trevor.
Cole.
I remember the day in the vet’s office with Trevor, and how hot that was. My orgasm seeming to last forever. And then I think back to Cole sweaty and shirtless, working on the fence, and how I wanted to jump him right then and there. And all through tonight, when he touched me or held me, there was that combination of comfort and desire. Such strong desire.
My hand snakes down my body and beneath the band of my panties. My fingers toy with my clit, just barely grazing across the top of it, back and forth until the sensations start to center around it.
“Oh, that feels good,” I breathe. I push down harder and make my circling smaller, my hips start to move in time with my hand. I slide my middle finger inside me and continue the pressure on my clit with the heel of my hand.
“Oh, God.”
I picture Trevor, his hands roaming my body. My other hand reaches over to my breast and I circle the nipple, tugging at it slightly.
“Oh shit, I’m going to come.”
An image of Cole pushes through my thoughts. Tanned skin glistening with sweat, muscles bulging from exertion, his eyes boring into mine, the roughness of his fingertips as he holds my hand in his, the outline of his cock in his jeans and how it’s going to feel pushing into me. Stretching me. Filling me.
I move my fingers back to my clit, my hips strain up, my body tightens, and everything explodes in heat and bright light.
“Oh, Cole!”
Pleasure courses through me, again and again. Heart racing, breath short, eyes closed; my body undulating, imagining his hard, hot skin against mine.
My muscles start to relax, my pulse slows, my limbs limp, my soul sated.
Oh.
My.
God.
If this is what fantasy Cole is, then real life Cole is going to wreck me.
In a really good way.
