Page 40 of The Accidental Wife

Shayla

One kiss.

Just one kiss. That’s it. It’s no big deal; you’ve kissed before. Just breathe Shayla.

I look into Cole’s eyes as he tilts my head up gently. He brushes his fingers through my hair and steps closer. I instinctively lick my lips as he leans in. In reality, those soft, luscious lips linger upon mine for less than a second. At that moment, however, it felt like an eternity till they brush over mine. My eyes slid shut, and I fight the urge to moan when he presses his lips to mine with the subtlest pressure before his tongue trails along my bottom lip—wordlessly requesting access—which I grant him by parting my lips. Cole’s fingers curl into my hair, drawing my mouth against his a little firmer, deepening the kiss, his tongue expertly seeking out my own. When I brush my tongue over his— he moans, a deep throaty moan that hums through me—and he sucks my tongue gently. It was my turn to sigh lustfully. Butterflies explode in my stomach when he pulls back and sucks my bottom lip, tugging on it ever so slightly before he melds our lips together again, kissing me meltingly sensual.

I should have put a stop to it, but for the life of me, I couldn’t. It felt so good, I couldn’t think straight. He’s intoxicating. I felt as though I would drop dead if he stopped kissing me for one damn second. Who kisses this good, my God. I push up on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck as our kiss gets hot and more desperate. Moaning and panting, Cole wraps his arm around me and lifts me into his arms as he walks us over to the island in the middle of the kitchen. Our lips still locked, not parting even for a second, neither of us giving a damn if our lungs were burning from lack of oxygen. Cole sits me on the island, one hand on my hip keeping me pressed against him, the other tangled in my hair while my fingers were trailing down his neck toward his smooth chest where he had unbuttoned his shirt.

My mind was in a complete haze. Cole’s lips felt incredible. I inadvertently whimper when he stops kissing me and brushes his lips along my jaw and down my neck. He nips at my skin before lapping at it gently. I grip the counter tight when he nips at my ear, rocking against him shamelessly when he presses himself upon me intimately so I could feel his erection hot and rock hard. I bite my lip, tilting my head back to give him more room as he licks up my throat in a way that made me shudder and whisper his name in a breathy moan.

When I rake my nails gently over his chest and abs, feeling every ripple of hard muscle, Cole groans. “I love the way you touch me,” He burrs, brushing his lips over mine, “Don’t ever stop baby.” He whispers.

“Cole.” I pant when his hand disappears under my dress. “We should s-stop…” I stammer breathlessly. “We said one kiss.”

Cole moans, “This is one kiss,” He breathes, nibbling my bottom lip. “One, long, fucking insatiable kiss.” He drawls, drawing me in for another feverous kiss, which I respond too readily.

I was gone. Cole Hoult managed to suck me into his sexual vortex, and my mind and body just wouldn’t listen to reason. He was touching me in all the right places. Whispering all the right things, and I had no fight left in me. With my dress around my waist, Cole plucks his phone out from where I had hidden it in my bra and grins at me sexily before he tosses it aside and kisses me again. His shirt was off and thrown on the floor, his trousers unbuttoned, he had me laid out on the island, his lips on my stomach when the chime of the doorbell suddenly echos in the apartment.

My eyes flutter open, and I look down at Cole, who curses and presses his forehead to my stomach and groans. “Ignore it.” He growls.

And just like that, the moment was gone. My senses come rushing back to me, and I sit up, pulling my dress up to cover myself. The doorbell chimes again, and Cole buttons up his trousers and snatches his shirt off the floor. He walks to the door to answer it, a very peeved look on his handsome face. He yanks the door open with a scowl and clears his throat when he sees his mother standing at the door.

I quickly tie my dress back up and straighten myself before she sees me. “Tristan, did I come at a bad time?” She questions, casting me a look before she turns her gaze to Cole, half-dressed, his hair dishevelled, both our lips were swollen and our faces flushed.

‘Well, this is bloody embarrassing.’

“No, mother. Shayla and I were just about to make dinner. Come on in.” He says, gesturing for her to enter. He looks over at me when she walks in and rolls his eyes.

“Hi, Mrs Hoult.” I greet her, and she nods and utters a half-arsed hello back, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“Actually, Mum, I’m glad you came,” Cole states, walking over to me; he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him, so my back was pressed against his chest. I look up at him questioningly and get my answer when I feel something hard pressed against my bum. I feel my cheeks go hot. “I did have something I have to tell you.” He adds, and his mother's shoulders drop.

“Oh, good heavens, go on, tell me she’s pregnant and let me faint right here.” She utters dramatically, placing her hand on her forehead.

I choke on my own saliva and start coughing hysterically. Cole pats my back. “You okay, babe?” I nod and wave him off, walking to the kitchen to get some water.

“No, mum, she’s not pregnant…” He frowns. “Right, baby?”

“Hell no!” I reply after swallowing my water. He smiles and nods.

“No baby, sorry to disappoint.” He says with a smirk, “The thing I wanted to discuss with you was, uh, well, Shayla’s family would like to meet you and Dad. Her mother was terribly upset that we eloped. She feels she got robbed of seeing her daughter get married with the wedding and the white dress, which is understandable, of course.”

Elaine Hoult looks at her son, unimpressed with a deadpan look on her face. “Why yes, Tristan, I completely understand where her mother is coming from because I also feel very robbed of seeing my only son get married.”

“So, you’ll meet them then?” He asks hopeful, and I just watch them while wolfing down a couple of doughnuts.

Elaine sighs, “Yes, we will meet them. On one condition.” She leans over and looks at me, stuffing my face with doughnuts, and wrinkles her nose in distaste. “Are you sure she’s not pregnant? That’s the second doughnut she’s consumed in sixty seconds.”

“Mother!” Cole scolds her, and she holds her hands up.

“What? Okay.” She grumbles, flicking a strand of her mahogany hair out of her face. “The condition is, we will throw a post-wedding party for you. I mean, if you’re adamant about going through with this marriage, then we need to announce this properly and introduce your…wife to our society.” She says, putting a little too much emphasis on wife like the word scalded her mouth or something. Ugh, witch!

“Uh,” Cole looks back at me, and I shake my head slowly. “You got yourself a deal.”

I groan and glare at the back of Cole's head. What the hell? I’m going to kill him. I don’t want a bloody wedding. I’m trying to get out of this stupid arrangement, not get sucked in deeper.

“Very well. Where is your chef, sweetie?” She asks, looking at the kitchen. I sigh, readying myself for the insults as I wash some vegetables.

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