Page 97 of The Accidental Wife

“At the beach.”

“What were we doing at the beach?” I ask, looking at her face. Shayla’s lips part, and her breathing go shallow.

“Walking barefoot along the shore at night. We’re all alone, just the two of us, the sound of the waves washing up on the shore soaking our feet as we walk under the moonlight.” She explains while I play with her fingers.

“Mhm, and then…” I breathe, gazing at her as she bites her lip.

“Our hands brush as we walk, and you intertwine your fingers with mine,” I smile a little and lace my fingers with hers.

“Like this?” She nods, wetting her lips. “Do I brush my thumb over yours like this?” I say, rubbing her knuckle, and she nods again. “Then what?”

“We stop walking, you pull me close and brush your fingers through my hair, sweeping it away from my face while you look into my eyes.” I close my eyes and use my free hand and brush my fingers through her hair.

“And then…” I whisper, trailing my thumb along her jaw, and she leans into my touch and moans breathily. I bite my lip so hard I taste blood.

“You lean in close and ghost your lips over mine for just a second before you brush them softly over mine and kiss me.” I swallow hard and press my forehead to hers, my thumb caressing her lips, which she parts, her breath hot against my thumb.

“How do I kiss you Shay…” I groan, and she exhales a little. “Is it slow and deep when I tease your tongue with mine, and you moan quietly into my mouth in that way that drives me crazy, or hard and urgent where I suck your tongue, bite your bottom lip, and you whimper a little?”

“Slow and deep.” She breathes with a moan, and my head spins. Fuck. I swallow hard and rub my nose over hers. Shayla’s hand comes up, and she brushes her fingers along my jaw. I sigh.

“Shayla,” I whisper urgently, my lips inching closer to hers. “What are you doing to me, sweetheart.” I breathe against her lips.

“Cole…” She moans, her voice a breathy whisper full of so much desire. Tell me how I’m supposed to resist kissing her when she says my name like that.

“Fuck, Shay, if you don’t pull away right now, I’m going to kiss you,” I murmur, my voice laced with the desperate need I have for her.

“You can’t.” She sighs, her fingertips lightly graze over my lips.

“Then pull away.” I groan, kissing her fingers, and she shakes her head.

“I can’t,” She whispers, whimpering a little. I swear to the seven kingdoms of heaven, she is the only woman in the world who has ever made me feel like this. If I could only find the words to explain the way I was feeling at that moment, I would, but there are honestly no words—not a single one.

My heart was thumping wildly in my chest, and my stomach tied into knots with anticipation. It feels as though the blood in my veins was boiling. You know when you have two magnets, and you try to pull them apart, but that force between them keeps drawing them together again. That’s the only way I could describe what I feel when I’m around this girl. It’s like everything around me disappears, and she’s all I see, she’s all I want. I’ve never felt anything like this.

Am I in lust with her, or is it love? I’ve been in love, but it was never like this. What the hell is this? I’m driving myself crazy, trying to figure out what I feel for her.

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