Page 130 of Blush Crush

Cole finishes unpacking the basket. There are sandwiches, a pasta salad, more fruits and cheeses, various crackers, and another bottle of wine.

Luckily, the ice packs kept everything cool, even though we’re a few hours late to dinner. I smile to myself, recalling how today started with me nervous, unsure of where Cole and I really stood, to now having admitted our true feelings and snacking together as we enjoy some post-sex bliss.

Definitely the best date I’ve ever been on.

“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Cole asks, a knowing grin stretching across his face.

“Lots of stuff.” I shuffle closer to him, cuddling up to his side and draping my arm over his firm stomach. My cheek rests against his warm chest. “Today was a good day.”

His hand plays with my hair as I listen to the steady drumming of his heart. “Had to pull out all the stops for my girlfriend.”

"I think your pussy hates me," Cole says as he crawls across my apartment floor on his hands and knees.

"She has a name." I giggle, setting down my bag.

When Cole said he would be waiting for me when I got off work, I was not expecting to walk in on him trying to coax Duchess from her hiding spot.

He quickly gives up on trying to force my cat into liking him, pushing himself up off the floor and dusting off his knees.

"She'll come around," I tell him.

"But it's been two weeks."

"Exactly. That's nothing."

He crosses the room to me in three strides, one hand sliding around my waist and the other tipping my chin up before his mouth finds mine.

"How was work?" he asks against my lips.

"Good." I smile, looping my arms around his neck. Our mouths meet, my tongue sliding against his, and he lets out a low sound that curls low in my stomach.

His hands skate over my body as he groans into my mouth.

It's only been a couple weeks since our relationship officially made the turn from fake arrangement to real deal, but we prettymuch haven't been apart since. He smooths down the curve of my waist and over my hips, dragging me closer until there's no space left between us and the hardness of his cock presses into me through his pants.

I whimper against him, already feeling needy.

I didn't know it could be like this. I want him constantly and it's honestly becoming a problem. When I'm at work I can't focus. I find myself counting down the hours until we see each other again. From the moment we're both home it's usually a mess of tearing each other's clothes off and fucking with wild abandon over and over again until we're too exhausted for another round.

So much sex.

So many orgasms.

And yet, countless moments in between it all that are tender and special and just us, sharing our lives together.

"Do we have time?" Cole asks, sliding my sweater off.

We're supposed to be heading to my parents' house for family dinner, the first one Cole has ever attended. Normally we have them every Sunday but my parents are leaving for a vacation so it got pushed up to tonight.

"No, but we can be late." I tug on his belt, unfastening it.

"We can't be late," Cole protests even though he's dragging me into the bedroom. He sucks on my neck as he kneads my hips. "Just a quickie." He strips me out of my top and bra before tossing me on the bed and dragging my pants and underwear off. "Besides," he says, kissing his way up my thigh, "I like the idea of you sitting at dinner with your family thinking you're such a good girl, but you just got fucked a few minutes before arriving."

It drives me wild when he says things like that. And I think he's very aware of the effect it has on me when he tosses out those taboo comments.

"Let me taste you really quick," he says before his tongue runs one long lick between my opening.

"Cole," I half-protest. "I've been working all day. I'm not…fresh."