Page 67 of The Accidental Wife

If only I could find the words to describe the tension between us at that moment, there are simply no words. My vagina was literally throbbing. My clit was pulsing, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I was about ready to lose my mind. Cole drags his thumb along my bottom lip, and his eyes close for a second when I suck his thumb. “Fuck.” He hisses, watching me intently while biting his lip hard. Cole gathers my arms and pins them above my head while he presses his hard body against mine, his lips hot on mine. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?”

My mind couldn’t form any words at that moment. I could only mewl and writhe helplessly as he continues to whisper all the right things to me. “My mouth is watering just thinking about burying my tongue deep and fucking your pussy, baby.” He groans, nipping at my bottom lip.

“Cole, please…” I pant breathless, and Cole unbuttons my jeans and slides the zipper down slowly.

“Shayla…” He breathes, trailing his lips up to my throat. “For the love of God tell me to stop. I’m about to lose my mind, please baby, tell me to stop.” He pleads desperately, and I moan, biting my lip hard.

“I can’t,” I whimper when I feel his fingers slide into my underwear, and just as his fingers brush my clit, the elevator pings. I open my eyes and see we’ve reached the car park.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Cole moans, pulling back to look into my eyes. “Come on.” Before my hazy mind could figure out what was happening, Cole’s hand disappeared from inside my jeans and was pulling me out of the elevator. We walk briskly toward his range rover sport, and he unlocks it, but before he opens the door, one arm wraps around me, and the other hand curls at my throat while he presses me back against the door and kisses me hard and dirty.

All the frustration we were feeling was poured into that kiss. It was hot, wet, angry, and rough all at the same time. We were both pretty worked up and had one thing on our minds— sex. I pull away from the kiss, panting, my lungs burning from lack of oxygen, and my heart racing from exhilaration. “Get in before I drag you to the backseat and ravish you.” Cole pants, dropping a chaste kiss on my lips before he steps away. I watch him as he walks around the car, and he watches me back, his eyes radiating such desire my stomach did a little flip.

I get into the car, and Cole tears out of the car park. The entire journey, he wouldn’t stop touching me. His hand was resting on my upper thigh, squeezing and caressing it gently as he drove. We didn’t say one word—we didn’t need to because our actions spoke volumes, and that’s all we needed. We stop at a red light, and Cole leans over and kisses me slow and deep till it goes green. He did this at every light we stopped at, and I was praying we’d get stopped at every single one we approach just so he could kiss me again.

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After a thirty-minute drive,we pull up at his parent's place. He opens the door for me, and as I shift to get out, he stops me, steps between my legs, and kisses me again, his hands on my thighs slowly trailing up to my hips where he squeezes and yanks me closer, grinding his erection against me. We moan in unanimity into each other's mouths, our hips rocking and grinding intimately, the friction only fuelling our desire for one another. Cole pulls away, and I groan, disgruntled. Cole presses his forehead to mine and licks his lips. “Later, sweetheart, later. I’m going to take care of every single one of your needs one by one.” He whispers, brushing his fingers through my hair. We stare at each other longingly for a while till we hear his mothers’ voice.

“There you are,” Elaine huffs, walking over to us. “We have just over an hour to get you ready young lady.” She scolds me as Cole helps me out of the car. Elaine takes my arm and starts pulling me toward the house while I look back at Cole, watching me fixedly as his mother drags me away. The last thing I saw before I get pulled into the house was his sexy smile and wink. Goddamn, this stupid party, all I wanted right now was to run back to Cole and kiss him some more. Instead, I’m shoved into a room full of people and racks of dresses and shoes. “Here she is. Do your magic. I want this duckling turned into a swan or as close to one as you can manage.” Elaine tells the team of people in the room before she saunters off. I gape at her retreating back. Did she just blatantly call me ugly?

“Oh my, you’re mighty flushed sweetie pie.” The man says, waving his hands in my face in an attempt to fan me so I can cool off. You suck faces with Cole Hoult and see if you’ll be able to keep cool. The more they try to cool me down, the hotter I felt thinking about what just happened between Cole and me. “Oh honey, you’re all flustered. I can’t do your make up like this.” He complains, whipping out a fan out of nowhere and waving it in my face. “Take some nice deep breaths for me.”

“Maybe just open some windows. It’s hot in here,” I suggest, and he laughs.

“The windows are already open, you silly goose. Now, let me take a look at you, see what we can do.” I sigh, feeling extremely uncomfortable with some random man in my face and another messing around with my hair, even if they were both evidently gay.I’m not used to being fussed over.

“What shall we do with your hair, sweet?” The other guy asks, brushing his fingers through my hair.

I shrug and bite my lip. “I don’t know. I’m leaving my duckling self in your capable hands,” I mumble with a pout, and both men chuckle at my candor, clearly amused.

“Oh honey, don’t pay any mind to Elaine. You’re stunning already.” The one doing my makeup says, smiling at me assuringly.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to say.” Okay, maybe they’re not so bad after all. We spent the rest of the hour making idle chit chat, and they were both gushing about how handsome Cole is and how lucky I was to be married to such a hottie.

“I’d be all over that twenty-four-seven, honey.” The guy that was doing my hair groans while he curls my hair with a curling iron. I giggle when the other makes a grunting sound in agreement.

I look at myself in the mirror in front of me. My make-up was done flawlessly, but it was all-natural tones, and I was thankful Marcus didn’t cake my face with make-up. My hair pulled into a ponytail, the top slightly raised with loose curls at the ends.

“What do you think?” Marcus, the one that did my make up asks, watching me through the mirror.

“I love it. It’s not too over the top. It’s like you read my mind.” I smile at him, and he nods grinning.

“Honey, you’re a natural beauty. Your skin is flawless. You don’t ruin a masterpiece by painting over it.” He gushes, touching my chin gently.

Henry sprays my hair with hairspray and smiles when I cough a little. “I keep telling him he’s going to kill someone with the amount of hairspray he uses, but he never listens.” Marcus scolds him. I giggle.

“Okay, come on, come on, let's pick out a dress for you.” I nod, and we walk over to the racks of dresses. The boys hold out various dresses for me, but I shake my head. They were not my style at all, too frilly or covered in sequins or patterns.

“Sweetie, I think this one will look amazing on you,” Henry says, holding up a long silver, backless silk dress with diamantes for straps. “You have that gorgeous hourglass figure, and this will hug all your curves beautifully.” I nod and take the dress from him, and walk to the next room to change.

I slip the dress on and look at myself in the full-length mirror. Henry was right. The dress was perfect. Plain and simple, just like me. I notice the room went quiet, and I could no longer hear the boys bickering. I smile and look down at myself again before I raise my gaze and gasp when I see Cole behind me through the mirror. He was looking insane in his black suit and black silk shirt. His hair styled perfectly, and he kept his stubble. I love the way he looks with a beard. He was standing there, hands in his pockets his eyes slowly gliding down my body.

I felt that nervous pull at the pit of my stomach as we watch one another. Cole walks over to me slow, licking his lips. He stands behind me and looks at me through the mirror. I suck in a quick breath, close my eyes when I feel his finger slowly trail down my spine. “You look, sensational sweetheart.” He whispers in my ear, never taking his eyes off me. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself tonight when you look this good.” He murmurs, dropping a kiss on the base of my neck, “Your scent makes my head spin gorgeous.” He whispers, brushing his nose along the length of my throat.

“Cole, please…” I bite my lip a little, “I only just managed to cool myself down from before.” I breathe as he brushes his lips along my bare shoulder. He smiles a little and lifts his eyes and stares at me while he rakes his fingers up my thigh through the high slit of the dress. I whimper when his fingers sink into my underwear, and he groans, brushing his fingers over my sex.

“No, you haven’t.” He moans, sliding a finger inside me. My head falls back against his shoulder, my knees buckle, and I fall back against him. Cole wraps his other arm around me, steadying me. “You’re still soaking wet.” He breathes, closing his eyes, sliding his finger out again, and bringing it up to his lips, he sucks it, and his eyes roll to the back of his head. I watch him with bated breath while he sucks his finger clean and groans throatily. “Christ, Shay. It’s taking everything in me to not spread you out on this bed right now and feast on your sweet pussy till you come again and again.” I squeeze my thighs together and sigh longingly.

I was moments away from spreading myself on that bed, like an all you can eat buffet and begging him to devour me. I was on the brink of insanity. I have never—ever in my entire life yearned for anything as much as I did for this man. At that moment, I didn’t care about later.

All that I cared about was giving myself up to him completely. Even if it was just for one night, I wanted to be his.

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