Page 27 of Make Me Yours
“Thanks.” I accepted it and took a swig, washing the bitter taste of coffee from my mouth.
“Why’d you take off? Is everything…okay?”
I buried my feet into the damp sand, unsure of what to say.
“Are you mad about last night?”
Mad? At him? God, no. I turned to face him, and his blue eyes locked on mine with such honesty I was taken aback. “Of course not, Cohen. I wanted that. I wanted you.” I still did. “Is that okay…what happened between us?”
He laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle. “Hell, yeah. That was much more than okay.”
I smiled up at him like a giddy idiot.
He shook his head. “Why’d you take off this morning?”
I rolled over and tackled him to the sand, straddling him with my thighs. “It had nothing to do with you. I’d take a repeat of last night right here if you’d let me.”
He laced his fingers behind his head, relaxing. “Go for it, babe. I just wish we had that damn coconut oil.”
I chuckled. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Fuck, yeah. I think you’ve spoiled me from jerking off without it from now on.”
Oh God, the image of him alone in his apartment—doing that—I would never be able to sleep alone again, lying in bed imagining him stroking himself.
I snuggled into his neck, the smile still on my lips. “How did you learn how to…” I paused and swallowed, deciding the best way to word my question. “You were really good at going down on me.Waybetter than most guys.”
“Really?” He met my eyes, smiling.
Jeez, guys could be so cocky. “Yeah.”
“I’ve probably just had enough practice. I haven’t had sex, but I’ve definitely done all the other stuff, Eliza. I am a guy.”
Sometimes I forgot he was regular guy. I wasn’t sure when it began, but I realized now I’d placed him on sort of a pedestal.
He sat up suddenly, hauling me with him. I figured it was my cue to crawl off his lap, but his big, warm arms wound their way around my waist. He pulled me in closer and breathed in against my neck. “What am I doing with you, Eliza?” he whispered against my skin.
I didn’t know if it was a rhetorical question, or if he was expecting an answer, but I remained still and just let me hold me while I could.
“Easy E?” He pulled back and looked at me with confusion. “What is this? What do you want?” His voice was deep and heavy.
I swallowed roughly, and laid my palm on his roughened cheek. “Cohen. I’m not the churchgoing, white-picket-fence type that you’re looking for.”
His eyes never wavered from mine. “Then maybe I’m looking for the wrong thing.”
My stomach dropped.
“Cohen…” Any further protests were cut short, because his mouth made its way to mine and he kissed me passionately, holding the back of my neck, weaving his fingers underneath my hair.
If Cohen wasn’t going to fight this thing between us, then I wasn’t either. I gripped his shoulders and crushed his mouth to mine.
Several minutes later Cohen stood, still holding me against him. He kissed me once more, and set me on my feet. “Come on, we better get back.”
I couldn’t help but grin at him, noting that he had an erection again. I chuckled and laced my fingers with his as we started back to the lake house.
***
Cohen and Aiden were seated at the dining room table playing a heated game of cards, while Ashlyn and I cooked dinner. Well, I cooked salmon and prepared greens for a salad, while Ashlyn fidgeted nervously near the counter. I removed a chef’s knife from her hands, sure she was about to slice one of us open.
