Page 64 of Love Me Again

“Thank you, Dr McNeil,” Shayla says, standing up and shaking her hand. I do the same, and we leave her office in silence. I sneak a look at Shayla, who seems to be lost in thought as we walk back to the car.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask, unlocking the car as we walk over to it. Shayla shakes her head with a deep sigh.

“Nothing really, just trying to process everything she said.” She replies with a little shrug as she looks ahead, avoiding my gaze. I smile and take her hand in mine as we reach the car and spin her around so she could face me. Shayla gasps when her body is pressed to mine, her fingers splayed out on my chest as I back her up against the passenger side door.

“Cole, what are you doing?” She questions breathily as she glances around warily before she cranes her neck to look up at me. I brush my thumb along her jaw gently while I look into her eyes.

“Reminiscing.” I drawl hoarsely as I press myself against her more intimately. “That little flashback I had of us in Nice has got me feeling some type of way.” I moan, looking at her lips hungrily when she licks them. “Stop torturing me, baby.”

Shayla’s eyes light up, and she bites her bottom lip, “You heard the therapist, sexual contact is forbidden. You’re breaking the rules, and it’s not even been five minutes.”

I groan, dipping my head and nuzzling her neck, “Sometimes you have to break the rules, sweetheart.” I murmur, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear. Shayla gasps, her fingers fisting my shirt when I nip at her ear lightly.

“Cole, shit, we can’t.” She moans, tilting her head back while I drag my lips down the length of her throat. I inhale her scent, and it makes me dizzy. Suddenly I’m hit with so many emotions all at once I didn’t know which one to focus on. My stomach was twitching with anticipation every time I hear her quiet moan.

“Ahem!” I pull my head back and look at the elderly couple watching us, both with entirely different expressions on their faces. The man was smiling widely while the lady was scowling, clearly mortified while she drags her husband away. I press my lips together to smother the laughter as I watch them walk away, muttering among themselves. Shayla had her face buried into my chest, giggling hysterically.

“Oh, my God.” She laughs, shaking her head, her face so red it resembled an overcooked lobster. “That was embarrassing.”

I groan, smiling, “Why are we constantly interrupted at the perfect moment?” Shayla shrugs and looks at me, smiling.

“Because we’re doing something we’re not supposed to.” She states and pushes me back a little before she gets into the passenger seat. “Now behave yourself.” She adds before she closes the door with a mischievous grin.

I felt rather antsy around Shayla, and it was now harder to keep my hands to myself— especially after Natalie told us we couldn’t have any sexual contact. I know it’s childish, I’m a grown man, but if someone tells me I can’t have something…I want it that much more. I’m sure I’m not alone with this. I was already yearning for Shayla like crazy, and now she’s suddenly off-limits to me—it makes me want her ten times more.

So, here we are, a couple of days into the ‘no sexual contact’ agreement, sitting on opposite ends of the sofa watching a movie that neither of us is paying any attention to while Alaia is asleep in her crib upstairs. I’m trying so hard to behave, I really am, but she’s deliberately goading me by walking around in tight little shorts and a crop top with no bra—I mean fuck, she just looks enticing right now. I feel my cock strain against the thick material of my jeans, and I groan inwardly. I let my eyes wander over to Shayla while she watches the film— or rather pretends to watch it. We both stare at the screen during a love scene. I gulp and shift in my seat when the two characters start to have sex rather explicitly. Shayla and I look at one another before we look at the screen again.

I gulp.

“What is this movie?” I ask, clearing my throat, unable to look away as the male character goes down on the female.

“Aimee suggested we watch it.” She breathes, watching wide-eyed, her lips parted. “Shall we… turn it…off?” I look at Shayla and we both nod in unison. I pick up the remote and turn the tv off. We sat there unsure of what to do for a second before Shayla clears her throat and looks at me, her face flushed. “Maybe we should go to bed.” She states and chuckles a little when I look at her, surprised. “Separately…to sleep.” She adds, and I bite my lip, forcing myself not to stare at her hard nipples.

“Sleep?” I hum, narrowing my eyes at her. “It’s eight ’o clock,” I say with a smile, and she looks at the clock on the wall and sighs. “Why don’t we just talk? Our therapist said we should communicate, right?” I suggest shifting to sit closer to her, and she watches me warily.

“Talk?” She intones her green eyes, looking over my face as I shift nearer to her. “About what?”

I shrug and lick my lips slowly while I stare into her eyes. “Something fun.” I drawl, letting my eyes linger on her lips before I lift them to her eyes again.

Shayla smiles a little and looks down when she feels my fingers brush along her thigh lightly. “Define fun?” She sighs, biting her bottom lip and lifting her quizzical gaze to mine.

I smile lazily and hold her gaze, “The kind that barely requires any words…or clothes.” I whisper as my fingers leisurely inch closer to the elastic of her shorts. Shayla exhales a little when my fingers brush against the lace of her underwear.

“Are you suggesting we speak the language of love?” She whispers, and I grin, leaning in closer so I could brush my lips along her jaw.

“Precisely.” I groan, gradually pushing aside her underwear and dragging my finger through her soaking slit. Fuck. Shayla gasps, her eyes closing when my finger brushes her bundle of nerves. “I’m dying to taste you, baby.” I breathe, pinching her clit gently, and she whimpers, rocking her hips. “I just know I won’t be able to get enough.” I burr hoarsely whilst I watch her glowing face.

“Cole, we can’t.” Shayla moans, rocking her hips, rubbing herself against my fingers while I lick up her throat. “Uhh, God.”

“You’ve got the taste of heaven between your legs,” I groan as I nip at her ear gently. “And baby, I’m burning to drown in it.” I moan, sinking my finger into her, and she cries out, her entire body quakes in my arms.

“Cole…”

“Christ, Shayla.”

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