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I scream, jumping out of my seat, and the book goes flinging across the counter. Cole grabs my waist, so I don’t topple onto the floor.
“Easy Cookie,” he says with a smile. He picks up the book and half carries, half drags me over to a chair sitting me on his lap. I try to break away, but he holds me tight. “Not so fast.”
He cannot seriously think I’m going to discuss this sex book with him. I’m barely getting used to sex. I turn my head away from him, mostly in embarrassment.
“Kate,” Cole croons, nipping at my neck, then nuzzling his nose at the tender spot behind my ear.
“Cole,” I say exasperated.
“You’re so cute when you act demure.” Cole’s hand up slides up my back under my t-shirt. “Show me which one you want to try.”
I look at him wide eyed. “You’ve looked through it?”
“Hell yes, I have.” He puts the book in my hands. “Show me.”
I flip towards the end of the book, then point to the illustrated picture. “This one,” I breathe.
“Oh baby,” Cole’s eyes turn dark, his hand comes around to my stomach, scratching briefly, and then cups my breast.
I put my hand over his to still him. “Your turn. Show me the one you want.” He flips back towards the front of the book and stops at an illustrated picture of a couple in a bathtub. “In the tub?”
“You do not know how badly I wanted you last night in the bathtub. It took everything I had to crawl out of the water and leave you be.” My cheeks flare with heat, I push my hand holding his, into my chest. My nipples swell and stiffen with pleasure and want. I lean into Cole, and he doesn’t disappoint. Our lips connect, his tongue delving into the warm, moist contours of my mouth, ravishing me. The pleasure of his kiss pulses through me and I’m lost. He tries to pull away, but I fist my hands into his hair, holding him to me. His breath is my breath. I want to breathe only Cole. I break only when my lungs burn for air.
“Kate.” Cole’s breath is heavy, ragged.
I whimper from the loss of his lips against mine and press my forehead against his. He kisses me lightly a few more times. “We need to get ready to go, baby.”
I stand up.
“Wait.” Cole stands. “One more for good measure.” He captures my mouth, and I feel myself tilt backwards.
I pull at the sleeves of the red and white chiffon gown. I feel like a different person is staring back at me in the mirror with this dress on. This dress is magnificent. It has a sweetheart neckline and an empire waist. The bodice is white with a layer of red lace. From the waist down are several layers of sheer chiffon. I can’t ever remember wearing something so beautiful. I’ve pinned my hair up into a simple French twist. Now if only I had some dangle earrings to wear. I dab at the red skin on my chest; somehow, I managed to scrub the blue off, but not without losing a layer of skin. Better red than blue. I pull at the three-fourth sleeves again, they’re sheer with red lace, and you can only see the bruises if you look hard. Sheesh—I’m a mess. The dress has hook enclosures, and I can’t reach a few. I grab my nude Jimmy Choo’s and head into the living room.
Cole’s leaning against the counter, his hair neatly combed, each curl perfectly placed. He has on a black tuxedo with a black tie. I watch as he lifts a small tumbler to his mouth, sipping lightly on the brown liquor inside. He’s hanging out his sex ad, and tonight, I’m buying all he’s offering. Hell—I’m the only one who gets anything he’s offering; I’m one lucky girl.
He looks up at me and I get his drop-dead gorgeous smile. He picks a box up off the counter and walks up to me. “Happy one week anniversary.” And he opens the box.
Inside are teardrop shaped dangle earrings. I pick one of them up, they’re heavy. I turn it over, running my fingers over the smooth, white gold and sparkly diamonds. “Vintage. Cole, I…” I’m in awe of them; they’re magnificent. My heart flutters at Cole’s thoughtfulness. “They’re so beautiful, words can’t describe…”
He picks up one and then the other, putting them on for me. “Now words have no meaning to how beautiful they look.”
I blush. He knows my weakness.
“Even better,” he whispers, kissing my hot cheek.
“Thank you.”
Cole holds his hand out. “Shall we?” I smile, taking it and he leads us up the stairs.
“Oh wait, my hooks.” I turn around, giving him my back.
Cole glides his hands along my neck and back and then I feel his soft lips kissing down my back. I shiver and it causes goosebumps to form on my skin. He places one last kiss, then does up the hooks.
I turn, reaching up and placing a kiss along his jaw, “thank you,” I whisper.
“You’re welcome. It will be even more fun undoing the hooks later tonight.” Cole’s hand skims down my back, squeezing my ass.
I gasp from his touch and smile.
