Page 43 of The Accidental Wife

Cole

You knowthat feeling when you’re just about to drift off to sleep, where your mind and body are in a completely peaceful state. That’s how I feel right now—in this very moment with Shayla. I couldn’t focus on anything but her. Her intoxicating smell, the way she was nibbling on her bottom lip, the way the wind was gently blowing her dark hair back. She’s galvanising, and the more time I spend and get to know her, the more I’m finding myself attracted to her.

I’m not even going to get into our kiss earlier. If we weren’t interrupted, I can almost guarantee that we would have had sex on that kitchen island. There was no way I would have found the strength to stop myself—not when it comes to Shayla. My body acts on its own might. I can’t stop touching her. I keep telling myself to stop looking for excuses to touch her or hug her, but I can’t do it. She’s like this magnet that keeps drawing me to her. Like right now, for example. We’ve had such an amazing time together today, laughing and flirting, but right now, all I can think about is kissing her again. I want to take her to my bed and make her come in every way I possibly can till the sun comes up.

I chuckle as she dips her tongue in my dimple, another excuse to get her close to me. “Oh yes, baby, go deeper,” I say with a snigger, and she bursts into fits of laughter. When she presses her forehead to my temple, I turn my head so we were nose to nose. Our laughter subsides when I brush my thumb along her jaw, her eyes close when I press my lips to hers softly. I was praying she wouldn’t pull away and lets me kiss her.

She does.

She parts her soft lips for me, and I kiss her slow, brushing my fingers through her silky tresses. I deepen the kiss when she flicks her tongue against mine. I moan when she sucks my bottom lip and tugs it gently before she pulls back and looks at me. I open my eyes and meet her gaze.

“That’s the last kiss you get, Cole Hoult.” She tells me while licking those delectable lips.

I groan, looking at them longingly, “I say we get a free pass for kissing today. You know, to get it out of our systems. We should kiss more,” I whisper, leaning in closer.

Shayla smiles and takes hold of my jaw, and gazes into my eyes. “We can’t do that.”

“But why?” I whine. “We’ve already kissed twice, what’s another couple more times?” I add, and she laughs.

“Because it doesn’t just stop at kissing. Your sticky little fingers start to wander, and before you know it, I’m half-naked, and…” She trails off, swallowing hard, and I smile lazily at her.

“And…?” I urge waiting for her to finish her sentence, but she just shrugs and averts her gaze.

“And nothing.”

I grin and turn her gaze to mine again. “And what, sweetheart. Tell me?” I ask, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip.

“And you’ve got your fingers all up in my lady bits.” She sighs, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink.

I chuckle and lean in close to her ear, “If the doorbell didn’t ring interrupting us, it would have been my tongue all up in your lady bits.” I groan, deepening my voice, and I feel her quiver ever so slightly.

“Exactly.” She sighs while I brush my lips down her neck.

“What if I promise to behave? Would you let me kiss you then?” I ask, sucking the base of her throat.

Shayla’s head tilts back, and she bites her lip. “Like you’re behaving right now?” I smile against her throat and hold my hand up when it was trailing up her thigh.

“See behaving.” I retort with a pout, and she looks at me shaking her head.

“You, Cole Hoult, can charm the panties off a nun.” She states, those olive-green eyes looking over my face. I grin and drop soft kisses to her jaw.

“The only panties I want off right now are yours, sweetheart,” I whisper. “I bet they're soaking wet too.” Shayla releases quivering breaths while I drag my nose along her jaw. “Are you wet for me, Gorgeous girl?”

“Cole,” Shayla whispers, biting down on her bottom lip as I trail my fingertips over her thigh and between her legs.

“Open up, sweetheart, let me feel how wet you are.” I plead, inching my fingers closer to her pussy. Shayla stills for a moment, and her thighs quiver under my touch, but she parts her legs for me a little. I can feel the heat between her legs, and my cock pulses and throbs hungrily against my jeans. I hiss, closing my eyes when I feel the dampness of her panties. I press my forehead to her temple and moan, “Fuck Shay, you’re so fucking wet it’s dripping down to your thighs.” I growl lowly, and just as I’m about to sink my fingers into her underwear, she stops me.

“Cole,” She breathes. “We can’t. You asked for a kiss, and I gave you two. Playtime is over. Let’s not forget why we are doing this.” She tells me, pulling away. I groan and watch her pick up the plates and walk inside to the kitchen. I look up at the star-filled sky and sigh while readjusting myself in my jeans. She’s right. It is just an arrangement, after all. We need to keep in mind that this agreement has an expiration date.

I pick up the glasses and the empty bottle of wine and walk to the kitchen. I see Shayla washing the plates and loading them into the dishwasher. She must be the only person in the world who washes the plate and then puts it in the dishwasher. I smile and walk over. I lean over her, purposefully pressing my chest against her back as I put the two wine glasses in the sink.

“You know sweetheart, the dishwasher does clean the dishes. You don’t need to wash the dishes before you load them.” I say poking her sides. She jumps and flicks water in my face.

“I know, but I like to make sure dishes are cleaned properly. Plus, you get all the food bits in your machine, and that’s just gross.” She explains, loading the glasses.

“Why are you cleaning anyway? That’s why I have Maggie. Leave it.” I say, leaning back against the island while she wipes down the counters. She rolls her eyes and gives me a disapproving look.

“Cole, I’m not letting someone else clean up after my mess. I’m perfectly capable of cleaning up after myself.” I smile and roll my eyes. That sounds about right. The rest of the night we spent making idle conversation, Shayla made sure we always had more than two meters between us.

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