Page 22 of Best Laid Plans
“Do you want anything more to drink?”
I shake my head. That’s not what I’m here for.
He’s so close now, just like in the diner, I can feel the warmth radiating off him, and it makes me shiver with anticipation. Cole’s firm hands begin a slow ascent up my arms. His long fingers wrap around the backs of my arms, his finger pads caressing the sensitive skin there. I already know what Cole’s kiss feels like. At the diner his lips were firm, unyielding. And hot. Everything about that kiss is why I’m here.
My body feels spring-loaded, like it’s at the start line waiting for the gun to go off, but Cole is taking his sweet time. Apparently, he’s not running the same race I am. I feel the need to move faster. I don’t want to think, just feel, and with Cole staring at me with his intense blue eyes, my mind is starting to run wild.
Cole slides a firm hand behind my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw. Just when I think I might go insane, he finally lowers his mouth to mine. This kiss isn’t like the one at the diner. It’s less frenzied, slow and languid, and the gentleness of it makes my chest squeeze. It feels like something more.
Cole’s other hand drops to my hip, his fingers sliding to the curve of my ass before pulling me closer. I immediately feel the press of his hard length into my stomach. The urge to reach into his pants and pull him out is strong. I have to remind myself that this is going to be the last time I have sex for a while, so I should relax and enjoy it. But I’m finding it impossible to slow my heart rate, to take in breaths that don’t sound like I’m recovering from a 100-meter sprint. I’m hot and needy, and all this caressing is making me impatient for the main event.
Sliding both hands to my hips, Cole lifts me onto the counter. The cold, hard surface bites at the back of my legs, but as soon as Cole’s hand slides between my thighs, I’m oblivious to anything else but the shiver of pleasure his touch brings. His lips drop to my neck at the same time he slowly thrusts one long finger inside me.
“Do you know how hard I got watching you eat pie?”
Cole’s words cause me to clench tightly around his finger. I reach out to palm him through his scrubs, the thin material making it easy to feel every inch of him. And there are a lot of inches there to feel. His lips move along my jaw, finding the sensitive spot right below my ear, the five o’clock shadow on his jaw causing the most delicious scrape against my skin.
The heel of Cole’s hand is aligned perfectly with my clit, adding the exact amount of pressure I need. When he adds a second finger I’m pretty much done for.
“You feel amazing, and I’m not even inside you yet.”
His words push me over the edge. My hands grip his biceps as I explode around his fingers. If his dick is half as magical as his fingers, I’m in for a real treat. Under normal circumstances I would have no issue having a quickie right here on his kitchen island, but if this is my farewell to sex for the next nine months or so I want the real deal—Cole’s naked body hovering over me.
“Bedroom?” I suggest.
11
Cole
When I detoured to the diner, instead of going home after my shift, I had no idea that my night would end like this. What I remember most from our encounter at the bookstore, besides the way Brooke insistently tried to scrub the smoothie off my shorts, were Brooke’s long legs, and how I wondered how they’d feel wrapped around my waist.
I decide I don’t want to wonder anymore. My hands slide over Brooke’s hips until I’m cupping her ass to slide her off the counter. Her thigh muscles squeeze my hips. Through the thin material of my scrubs I can feel the warmth of her.
“Everything okay?”
“Um, yeah.” Brooke lowers her eyes between us. “I’m trying to not get your pants wet.”
I was already so hard for her, but with Brooke’s mention of her arousal, my dick is fucking throbbing. Her eyes lift back to mine, her teeth working her bottom lip as she waits for my reaction. She can’t see my dick swell, so I show her how much I like the idea of her wetness covering me by pressing my hips forward until our bodies align.
Her eyes are green and so expressive. I can’t wait to watch them when she comes.
I walk us back to my bedroom where I turn on a bedside lamp. I want to see everything. She can’t possibly be too modest with the way she’s dressed and the words that come out of her mouth. My arms slowly release her to the ground. Her dress has ridden up, it’s practically a tank top now. My hands finish the job. Brooke obliges by lifting her arms up. She’s wearing no bra so I’m greeted by round, perky tits with small pink nipples. I can’t help but slide the pad of my thumb across one. Brooke bites her lip and moans at my touch. I can feel her arching into me, wanting to feel more.
Her hands reach for the hem of my shirt, but I start moving us backward until her legs hit the bed. She sits on the bed, then attempts to reach a hand inside the waistband of my pants before I press her backward with my body.
“Lie back.”
Her hair splays out across my bed and I just take a moment to stare at her. She looks amazing laid out underneath me.
“This would be so much better if you were naked.”
She reaches to pull the drawstring on my pants, but I press her arms above her head with my hands. Brooke makes a sound which I take as annoyance at my slow pace. I think if it were up to her, I’d already be deep inside her, but it’s not up to her so she needs to relax.
My lips lower to hers and she meets me hungrily. I explore the softness of them, molding them with mine, before finally dipping my tongue in to taste her. She tastes like peaches and desire.
Her hips are grinding up into my pelvis, trying to get friction. It’s like she doesn’t trust me to make it good for her. Like she’s got to start working toward her own orgasm in case I don’t give it to her. And she’s in a hurry to do it. I’m not interested in making this quick, so she needs to relax and let it happen.
I press my pelvis down to keep hers from rocking. My lips trail down her jaw to her ear.
