Page 66 of The Accidental Wife

Shayla

“Coooooole?!”

“Yeeeees?”

I bite my lip and curse myself for leaving my towel on my bed. I stood in the bathroom for over ten minutes, wondering what the hell I’m going to do. I can’t walk out naked without Cole seeing me, and I’m bloody freezing.

“Uh, I left my towel on my bed. Can you please bring it to me?” I call out and hear his footsteps as he walks past the bathroom.

“Aren’t there any in the drawer?” I hear him ask.

“I wouldn’t ask you if there was, now would I?” I retort, shivering. I hear him chuckle on the other side of the door.

“Fair enough, unlock the door then.” I tiptoe over to the door and unlock it before opening it wide enough to get the towel. When he doesn’t let go of the towel, I frown, and he smirks at me roguishly as I stare up at him inquisitively.

“Cole, let go of the towel,” I say, tugging on it, and he pulls it back again playfully.

“Not until I get my reward for fetching your towel.” He claims coolly with a shrug, and I arch a brow.

“What are you, a puppy? Okay,” I let go of the towel and pat his head a couple of times. “Who’s a good boy.” I coo, and he scowls at me in return, looking less than amused. “Would you like a belly rub too?” I add sardonically, and he glares at me while I bite back the laughter bubbling up inside of me.

“You’re not getting the towel now.” He grumbles yanking it back out of my reach.

“Cole, come on, I’m freezing here.” I pout, but he shakes his head.

“Nope, not until you thank me properly.” I exhale and contemplate just walking out of there naked.

“Fine, what do you want?” I ask, exasperated while he grins at me, puckering up his lips. I roll my eyes and heave a sigh. “Can you not wait till I’m dressed at least?” I question, and he shakes his head slowly. “Fine, come here then.” I poke my head out of the door, and he brushes his lips over mine. While he was distracted, I take the towel from him, pull away and slam the door shut in his face.

“Hey!” I laugh out loud and wrap the towel around me while he mutters behind the door. “I’m going to get that kiss, Shayla Hart!”

“Don’t hold your breath, Cole Hoult!” I retort with a grin while brushing my hair. Once I was finished in the bathroom, I open the door and walk out. Using a smaller towel to dry my hair as I was walking to my bedroom, completely unaware that Cole was hiding behind the door. I yelp when I kick the door shut, and he grabs me from behind, picks me up, and walks over to the bed. “Jesus, Cole! Put me down right now!” I demand, holding the towel around my body tightly as he carries me. He tosses me down on the bed like I weigh nothing at all. I stare up at him dumbfounded while he smirks at me darkly, a naughty glint in his green eyes. “Cole…” I eye him warily as he places one knee on the bed and crawls up, looking at me hungrily like a predator does its prey. I try to back away, but he grabs my ankle and pulls me down the bed with no effort at all. My heart was hammering against my ribcage as I watch him get closer.

“You shouldn’t toy with a hungry man, Miss Hart.” He drawls huskily, his eyes on me as he leans closer, licking his lips. I squeak when he curls his fingers at my jaw and tilts my head up before his lips come crashing down on mine hard. He groans throatily, bites my bottom lip, and tugs it gently. When I say he stole every bit of air from my lungs with that kiss, I am not exaggerating. My mind was in a haze like I had just come off those teacup rides at the fairgrounds. By the time my head stopped spinning and I open my eyes panting, he was already out the door. He left me staring at the door he just walked out of, utterly stupefied

I sigh, frustrated, and fall back on the bed with a whimper covering my face with my pillow. I wanted to scream till my lungs exploded. As much as I love being kissed by Cole, it's not helping me fight off this stupid crush I have on him. I was feeling more confused than ever about why he wants to kiss me when he’s in love with Sophie. Why can’t he just go and kiss her and let me be? Ugh, five more days and this stupid bet will be done with.

We have this dumb post-wedding party tonight at his parent's place, and I have to be there in less than two hours. I’m not even going to get into how it went with the parent's meeting because that was a bloody disaster in itself. His snooty mother and my proud one clashed and sniped at one another all night. Every time his mother made a snide remark about our traditions and my upbringing, my mother would retort with a scathing answer leaving Cole and I staring at each other completely horrified.

“Shayla, we have to go!” I hear Cole call out to me. I sigh and finish getting dressed in a simple pair of ripped jeans and a white tee. My hair was still wet, and I didn’t bother with much make-up because I’m sure there was a whole team waiting at the Hoult’s mansion to barbie me up, so I look worthy of their precious family. I grab my phone and walk out of the bedroom toward Cole, who stood waiting for me by the front door, looking every bit as delectable as he always does. He’s wearing a casual grey shirt with the top three buttons undone, showing his smooth, tan, well-defined chest, and a pair of black jeans. Oh, how I would love to just jump his bones right here and now.

“Are you checking me out?” He asks with a smirk, lowering his shades down to the bridge of his nose while looking at me pointedly.

I blink and let my eyes glide down the length of him as I pass by. “No, your flies are undone,” I say, opening the door. I grin when he looks down and shakes his head, following me.

“Such a tease.” He mumbles, closing the door and following me to the elevator. I lean against the wall as we wait for it to arrive. Cole stands beside me, and I can feel his gaze on me as I stare up at the numbers showing what floor the elevator was on. I really hate this stupid magnetic pull I have to this man. I tell my brain one thing, and it does the complete opposite. I kept telling myself not to look at him because I know if I do, and our eyes meet, he’s going to know he’s having an effect on me. Damn my brain to hell because I look up at him, and he smiles, licking his full lips. He’s so beautiful I want to cry. Our eyes linger on one another until the elevator dings, and I avert my gaze and straighten, waiting for the doors to open so I can walk in.

I stand at the back of the elevator. Cole walks in after me and pushes the button to the underground car park. He leans on the wall beside me, his hands in his pockets, his arm brushes mine, and I feel goosebumps break out all over my body the moment his skin touches mine. I chew on my bottom lip, suddenly feeling very anxious as I stare up at the numbers again. I feel Cole shift beside me, and he leans in close to my ear. “You’re making me crazy. Stop biting your lip like that.” He burrs huskily. The warmth of his breath made me quiver visibly.

I turn my head and lift my gaze slowly to his lips, then up to his eyes. He was so close to me that our noses touch when I look up at him. Butterflies explode in my stomach when he drags his nose over mine. Oh damn.

I lick my lips instinctively, and my eyes close when I feel his lips ghosting along my jaw. “Tell me something, Shayla. Why have I never craved anything in my life the way I crave your lips?” He whispers, brushing his lips over mine sensually. “Tell me, sweetheart, why I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

I moan, biting my lip when I feel his fingers sneak up under my shirt, and his thumb brushes over my already hardened nipple through the lace of my bra. “Cole…”

“I want you, Shayla. I want you so fucking bad baby, look at what you’re doing to me.” He groans, taking my hand, and he presses it to his crotch so I could feel his rock-hard erection. When I rake my fingers over his hard length through the thick fabric of his denim jeans, he moans. “Shayla,” He growls, pressing his forehead to mine. “Don’t,” He pleads with a harsh breath. “I’m on edge, and if you touch me like that, I’ll sod this party off, take you back home and fuck you relentlessly right through the weekend.”

Oh, my fucking God!

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