Page 41 of The Accidental Wife

“She’s right over there, mother,” Cole points at me, grinning toothily. “My beautiful wife is cooking.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner, Mrs Hoult?” I offer with a sugary smile, and she shakes her head.

“No dear, I’ll be having dinner with my husband at home.” She sneers, and I nod, plastering a fake smile on my face.

“Next time then.” Trust me to get the monster-in-law from hell.

“Yes. We shall see.” She mutters, turning her attention back to her son again. “I better go, Honey. I’ll be in touch with the arrangements for the party.” Cole nods and drops a kiss on his mother’s cheek.

“Okay, I will let you and Dad know once Shayla and I arrange a date for you to meet her family.” He tells her, walking her to the front door. I busy myself in the kitchen while he’s seeing his mother out. I’m hoping— no, desperately praying— it won’t be awkward after our heated make-out session moments ago. What the hell was I thinking? I instinctually touch my lips when images of us kissing flash through my mind. The man can kiss a corpse back to life.

“What are you thinking about so deeply?” I start jumping out of my lucid thoughts when I heard the deep tone of his voice in my ear.

“Nothing,” I reply quickly, picking up the pepper and slicing it in half. Cole smiles, placing his arms on either side of me. I feel the warmth radiating off him against my back and suck in a deep breath.

“You sure? You’re looking mighty flushed, sweetheart.” He drawls, playing with my hair. Bastard. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s going straight to my weak spot. I resist the urge to shiver visibly, but goosebumps break out all over my body when Cole dips his head and presses a kiss on my bare shoulder. Oh, damn those lips...

“It's just warm in here,” I reply, clearing my throat, and Cole chuckles, running his fingertips over my arms.

“I think it’s about to get a lot warmer.” He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. My knees go weak, and I bite my lip, contemplating cutting my finger to stop these stupid urges I’m having to turn around and kiss him till my lungs cave in.

Bloody hell, Shayla!

“I thought I was teaching you how to cook?” I ask, tilting my head back and looking up at him—another stupid move. Cole smiles down at me, cups my face before he lowers his lips to mine with an upside-down kiss, sucking my bottom lip softly and making me melt.

Awe shit. Here we go again.

I drop the knife I had in my hand when Cole spins me around, breaking the kiss for a second before fusing our lips together again. I place my hands at his chest and pull back a little.

“Cole, what are you doing?” I just about get out before he pulls me back and kisses me again.

“Nothing.” He moans, brushing his tongue over my bottom lip, skilfully coaxing my own. I lose my bearings again. Everything got hot amazingly fast, especially when he runs his tongue in the dip of my collarbone. Oh damn. My weak spot.

“Cole,” I whimper, breathless when he lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him, and he walks us over to the sofa, kissing as if our lives depended on it. “Cole, we have to stop.” I breathe, and he lays me down on the large L-shaped sofa.

“We will.” He groans, crawling over me, pressing his forehead to mine while his large hand glides up my thigh, pushing my dress up to my waist. “I need to taste you...” He whispers, kissing me softly whilst dragging his finger enticingly across my slit over my lacy underwear. I couldn’t help it. I rock my hips up against his touch and gasp when he flicks his thumb against my clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet, sweetheart.” He groans huskily. “Let me bury my tongue deep inside you, baby. I’m dying for a taste of your sweet honey.”

“Ahh God, Cole…” I pant when I feel his fingers slide into my underwear, and he rubs them in teasing circles over my clit. “Oh…my…God, yes.”

“Shayla?” My eyes pop open, and I see Cole leaning against the island in the kitchen watching me, his green eyes narrowed slightly.

I look around and notice I was still in the kitchen, lent over the island, green pepper in one hand and my head resting in the other, lost in a steamy daze. “Huh?” I utter, straightening, and clearing my throat. Cole smiles a little bemused. Someone kill me.

“What are you thinking about so deeply over there?”

I avoid looking at him and stare down at the peppers on my chopping board. “Food. I was thinking about food,” I say quickly, and Cole moves around the island and stands next to me. My heart rate accelerates when his shoulder brushes mine. When did I become so damn pathetic? I keep my head down, so my hair falls around me like a curtain in an attempt to hide my flushed face.

“Okay, Chef, what can I do to help?” He asks, smiling charmingly. I hand him an onion, and he looks at it, then at me bewildered. “What do I do with this?” He questions adorably.

I laugh, “Well, you can start by peeling it.” I instruct him, and he smiles sheepishly. Reaching over, he takes a knife from the block next to me. Thankfully, he didn’t mention anything about our heavy petting session earlier. If he was thinking about it, he didn’t show it.

“What are we cooking anyway?” He asks, attempting to peel the onion, a frown on his face.

“A pasta dish my mother used to make my Dad.” I smile when he looks over at me and bites his lip. I turn the Bluetooth on my phone and play my music through the speaker system in his house. “This is literally my favourite thing about this place. And the view, of course.” I tell him as I pull my hair up into a messy bun.

Cole smiles, chopping the onion, “Do I not make that list then?” I laugh and shrug my shoulders.

“Why yes, you’re at the very bottom of the list.” I joke, feeding him a piece of cheese. He laughs and bumps my hip with his playfully.

---