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“You brushed your teeth,” he mutters.
“I used your toothbrush!” I blurt. Blood floods into my cheeks. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
The slight tug of fingers at the nape of my neck has me tilting my chin up and fighting a purr. If a perfectly platonic spooning exists, it’s not going to happen between Cole and me. My hips shift restlessly, and I realize that there’s another part of his body that’s awake.
When my thigh brushes his hardness, Cole buries his head in the pillow, which only slightly muffles his low groan.
“Sorry!” I move to retreat, but Cole half rolls his body, pinning me with his hips, his cock pressing into my hip, his upper half held above me on bent elbows.
For a moment, we simply stare at each other, as if both trying to read the other.
I want him. And I want to stop pretending that I don’t. I can only lie to myself about so many things before my brain explodes. So, trying to make things clearer for us both, I let my hands creep around his trim waist until my fingers span wide on his back. Muscles roll and tense under the thin fabric of his shirt.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
I’m already leaning toward him, but he stops me by gently cupping my chin, holding me at bay.
“What’s wrong? Do you need to hear me say yes? Here it is, me saying yes.”
Cole’s lips twitch. But he also shakes his head.
“The first time I taste your mouth, I don’t want you to be thinking about how I have morning breath.”
“Oh.” I gasp out a confused chuckle. “So you were asking for the future?”
Again, he shakes his head.
“Can I kiss you here?” His fingers release my chin, trailing lower, to the insistent pulse pounding in my neck.
“Yes.” Maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t want to kiss my mouth because, apparently, I swallowed a frog recently.
He teases my neck, tracing back and forth with his surprisingly soft lips. Ever so often, I feel a light touch of something with no give, and I know that his piercing has brushed against me. My teeth clench in an attempt to keep my moans at bay. For some reason, I don’t want him to know how wild his gentle caress is making me.
But it’s impossible to keep quiet when his tongue flicks against my collarbone.
Cole Allemand’s mouth is on me, and I might die.
My fingers fist in the sheets so I don’t tug his face up to mine. That doesn’t stop the pleading words from tumbling out of me. “Just kiss me on the mouth! You are torturing me!”
“No,” Cole growls before gently biting my collarbone and earning him a whimper from me. “Not yet.”
Suddenly, all his delicious warmth is gone. He levers himself out of the bed, striding from the room.
“Am I supposed to stay here?” I call after him.
“Yes.”
With a sexually frustrated sigh, I collapse back on the pillows. Then, only a second later, I hear the sound of scratching. When I roll to my side, I realize it’s not scratching.
It’s brushing.
Cole leans on the doorframe, meticulously working a toothbrush over his teeth, all the while his gaze rests on me. I never thought dental hygiene could be so hot. The thought that the same toothbrush was in my mouth is strangely erotic.
Counting down the seconds until he’s done and will come back to the bed, I’m surprised when he pauses the repetitive movement, and gestures for me to follow him.
Under his sexy spell, I do as directed.
I come upon Cole in the bathroom rinsing his mouth. He grabs a hand towel to wipe away the remaining drops on his lips then turns to face me. Before I know what’s happening, his grip is at my waist, and I’m boosted to sit up on the bathroom counter.
