Page 21 of Her Cowboy Christmas
I hurry through the last few aisles, and we make our way to the checkout.Cole helps me put everything on the belt, and I peek at him as we work.He looks so handsome today.I mean, he always looks good, but with his flannel shirt peeking out from his jacket, and the way his dark jeans hug his thighs and butt…
“Blair?”
I blink, jerking my gaze away from his ass.“Hmm?”
“Want to split a candy bar?”He holds up a Snickers.
“My favorite.”
“I know,” he mumbles, tossing it on the belt with the rest of the groceries.
We silently bag up the groceries, and I make sure to keep my eyes off any part of Cole’s body.
I set the last bag in the cart and turn, grabbing my wallet.
“Seriously?”I groan when I see Cole paying for my bill.
“Some of this was mine,” he says.
I snort.“What?A candy bar and some frozen burritos?You should’ve let me pay.”
“It’s fine.Come on.”
He pushes the cart, and I follow him outside to his truck.
“Get in,” he says, passing me his truck’s keys.
I don’t bother arguing with him.I’m freezing and can’t wait to get out of the cold.Jumping into the driver’s seat, I start the truck, then climb over the center console into the passenger seat.
“Easy,” Cole says, his hands landing on my hips.
“Oh!”I gasp, losing my hold and crashing into his lap.
My head hits the window, and my legs tangle with his as I settle on his muscular thighs.
“Shit!Sorry, Princess.I didn’t mean to scare you.Are you all right?”Cole asks, gently rubbing the back of my head.
“I’m fine.I didn’t hit it that hard,” I reassure him.
He frowns, staring at me worriedly as he continues to rub my head.
My ass settles firmly in his lap as he shifts under me, and I gasp when I feel his hard cock.My body heats like a flame, even though it’s below freezing outside.
“Is it hot in here?”I choke out.
Cole groans.“Fuck, Princess.Don’t say that.I’m barely hanging on here.I can’t hold back if you start talking like that.”
“I…” I trail off, unsure what I was going to say.
My hips rock against his lap instinctively, and he growls, his head falling forward to rest on my shoulder.His grip tightens on my hips, but he doesn’t stop me.Just holds me as I rub against him.
My panties grow damp with my arousal, and my nipples pebble to hard points in my bra.
“So close,” I moan, my tone pleading.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cole chants.
“Cole… Please…” I pant.
