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Chapter Twenty-Four
COLE
“Oh my god! Cole, wait!” Summer whisper-yells at me, tugging on our clasped hands.
We’ve only made it halfway across the parking lot, and I’m hoping this change of direction has to do with Summer wanting to go another round.
Instead, she stares up at me, eyes wide in almost delighted horror.
“What?”
“I can’t—” She buries her face in my chest, and it takes me a second to realize her whole body is shaking from laughter.
“Summer?”
“Sorry!” She tilts her head back, still chuckling, actual tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. “It’s just, next time remind me to make out with youbeforeI put on my lipstick.”
My attention drops to her mouth, and I realize the burgundy color on her lips is smeared at the edges.
“You’re saying this is all over my face?” I brush a thumb over her bottom lip, eliciting a shiver.
What I wouldn’t give for a mirror.
“Notallover. Just in the main make out spots. Here, I can fix it.” She rummages around in the purse hanging from her shoulder. I keep my hand on her waist, holding her close, fiddling with the large knitted cardigan she’s wearing over her dress.
A second later, Summer rips open a small package that looks a hell of a lot like a condom. Turns out it’s a wipe.
“Keep still.” She reaches up to pinch my chin, then proceeds to clean my face, making me feel like a kid who couldn’t eat his ice cream cone without smearing chocolate all over his cheeks. That image lasts only for a second because her movements become less abrupt and more sensual. The cool cloth swipes over my mouth, massaging my lips, her gaze focused solely on the way she strokes me.
After what we just did in my truck, I had to tuck my hard dick into my waistband to keep from walking around with an obvious boner. Having her look at me like this, touch me in this intimate way, is not helping anything get soft.
“Okay. I think I got it all.” She retracts her hand but then holds the wipe out for me to take. “Think you can fix me up, or should I just wipe it all off?”
Without answering, I pluck the cloth from her and cup her chin in my palm.
She wants to wear her lipstick on her perfectly shaped mouth? I can make that happen.
Using just a corner of the damp little wipe, I concentrate on tracing the edge of her lips, getting rid of all the smears I’m responsible for. The sight of her disheveled has my blood hot, but the image is only for me. The rest of the world gets adorable put-together Summer. I’m the one who gets sensual, wild, sex-mussed Summer.
When I’m done, there’s no trace of the way I ravished her other than the flush on her neck and cheeks.
“Am I good?” she asks, as if there’s a possibility I’d say no.
“You’re perfect.”
For that answer, she decides to torture me, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
Shit. I want to fuck up her makeup again.
Instead, I twine my fingers with hers and turn back toward the bar, glad that the rain stopped before we arrived. There’s no way I’d keep my hands to myself if she were wet, too.
Well…wetter.
Through the crowded restaurant, I spot my friends, Dash and Paige. They’ve claimed a table in the back corner, and it looks like Paige’s friend decided to join us.
“They’re over there.” I point the way to Summer, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against my side to keep her away from the crush of bodies.
“Oh yeah! You have a picture of them at your place. But who’s the brunette?”
