Page 48 of The Accidental Wife

I smile defiantly and deliberately lick my lips while he watches. “So can I. You can have her sprawled out on that desk and pound into her till she sees God himself, and I still…” I whisper, brushing my lips over his. “Wouldn't care.” I finish, his eyes lift to mine, and he just looks at me for a long time before he smiles.

“Oh? But what I’m hearing from here…” He whispers, dragging his thumb along my bottom lip, “Doesn’t match what I’m seeing in your eyes.” He adds, trailing his index finger down the side of my face. “You’re looking at me with tempestuous eyes, baby.”

“Maybe that’s because you’re making me angry with your silly assumptions,” I utter, slapping his hand away from my face. “You’re free to do whatever you want with whomever you want. You don’t owe me an explanation. You’ll be the one branded a cheat, not me.” I smile, ducking under his arm and making a beeline for the door before he catches me again.

“This isn’t over!” He calls out after me as I walk away, and I laugh out loud.

“Get over yourself, Hoult,” I call back, picking up my handbag and jacket while he gathers his own belongings. We leave the office and make our way back home. The car ride was quiet. Cole didn’t say much, and I wasn’t up to talking either. The music plays in the background, and I stare out the window, my mind full of questions I would probably never get the answers to because I’m too proud to ask. The main one being—is he still in love with Sophie. Why did he come back so annoyed? What the hell did they do for three hours?

Once we got home, I went straight to my room and locked myself away the rest of the night. I tried reading, but my mind wasn’t taking anything in. I put my music on and just stared at the ceiling pondering over what Cole was doing. Was he itching to come in here as I was to go to his room? I left the room to go to the bathroom and saw the door to his bedroom was shut, and a dim light was shining under it. He was still awake.

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Three in the morning.I sigh and toss in bed for the umpteenth time before I gave up and snuck out of my room and tiptoed to the kitchen. It was a stuffy night, and I figured some ice cream might help cool me down.

I take out a tub of cookie dough ice cream quietly and pop it in the microwave for a couple of seconds before I hop up on the kitchen island with my spoon ready to dig in. That first spoonful of ice cream was like heaven on my tongue. I moan and close my eyes, sucking the spoon clean and lick my lips. Who needs sex when you have a tub of Ben and Jerry’s? I groan. Me, that’s who. It’s been an excruciating month without any sort of relief. I was all hot and bothered. I couldn’t even get myself off because it feels weird, and I feel like I’m being naughty in someone else’s bed. Not to mention I’m terrified Cole will hear me. God, I miss my bed. I also miss having sex—which is odd because I’ve gone almost a year without getting any, but lately, I’ve been feeling friskier than usual. I mean, that’s partly Cole’s fault for looking like he does. Actually, no, it’s his fault…entirely, for touching me, kissing me, and looking at me the way he does.

I groan and shove another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. Would it really be so bad if we had a little sex? Just a tiny bit?

Yes, it will. You don’t want to go there. I roll my eyes at the neurotic voice in my head. “Killjoy,” I grumble to myself, sulking like a brat that has her favourite toy taken from her. Cole is like rich chocolate-covered strawberries sitting in front of me that I can’t touch or lick. Maybe just a little nibble?

“What do you want to nibble on?” I jump and squeak when I open my eyes and see Cole standing in front of me in the dark— in nothing but his boxers again. Crap, did I say that aloud.

“Shit,” I utter, holding my hand over my chest. “Do you get some kind of kick out of scaring me half to death?” Cole smiles handsomely.

“Not my fault you’re so easily startled, sweetheart. You were so lost in whatever you were thinking about nibbling on.” I roll my eyes and scoop up another spoonful of ice cream. “So, what was it?”

I look at him, thoughtfully, “Chocolate covered strawberries.” I slide the spoon into my mouth while he watches, deliberately sucking it slowly, closing my eyes.

“Strawberries, huh?” He swallows hard. I nod, opening my eyes and meeting his gaze. “I can think of something so much better I would love to nibble on.” He drawls, takes a step toward me, a hungry look in his eyes, but I lift my foot and press it against his chest, stopping him.

“Ah-ah,” I utter with a teasing smile, which he returns with a bite of his lip. Cole wraps his fingers around my ankle, lifts my leg on his shoulder, and yanks me swiftly, so my hips were pressed against his. I fall back against the island, and the ice cream tips over, spilling all over my chest. I gasp audibly, closing my eyes when the coldness of the melted ice cream suddenly catches my breath. “Shit,” I breathe as the ice cream trickles toward my neck.

“Oops.” Cole tuts with a devious smirk. He brushes his lips up to my inner thigh while he lowers my leg and leans over me, placing his large hands at my hips. “Let me help you clean that up.” He whispers, pulling me up so I was sitting upright again, the cream leaking from my throat down to the path between my breasts. I hiss when I feel his hot tongue lick up my throat. Oh, sweet heavens. Cole moans when he sucks the melted ice cream off my neck. I quake when he bites and sucks my collarbone hard.

“Cole,” I gasp, raking my nails down his back. He groans in response and licks down my chest. His fingers find the clasp at the front of my top, he flicks it, and it pops open, freeing my breasts.

“Fuck,” He burrs huskily, sliding the straps to my top off my shoulders and down my arms. I throw my head back when he cups both my breasts in his hands, squeezing appreciatively while running his tongue over the valley between my breast, licking up the ice cream.

I open my eyes and look at him, biting my lip. “I think you got it all,” I whisper, and he shakes his head.

“No, I missed a bit.” He whispers back, scooping a handful of ice cream and smearing it over my breasts and stomach. I whimper and shiver against the cool feeling of the ice cream. My nipples got hard and tight.

“Ahh, Cole!” I cry out, biting my lip hard when his mouth captures one of my nipples and sucks it hard. “Jesus, Cole, what are we doing?” I pant, rocking against the hard length of him.

“Cooling off.” He mumbles, licking ice cream off my stomach.

“I’m not feeling any cooler.” I moan, arching up and gripping the side of the counter when I feel Cole grind himself against me. It was quite the opposite. My entire body felt like it was on fire.

“Just wait…”

“For what— uhhh Christ!”

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