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“One of these days, man,” he says. “Some woman will come along and sweep you off your feet. Then you’ll be ruined for all the others. Just wait.”
I roll my eyes at his words because I know that’s what he expects me to do. But I secretly think he may be right. Only I don’t need to wait for it to happen. Because I think Layna Brooks has ruined me for all other women.
Chapter 6
Elevenmonthsago
Layna
“Holy shit,” I gasp, trying to calm my racing heart.
I’m sprawled naked across Cole’s muscular chest, my entire body boneless from the intensity of the orgasm I just had.
“I can’t move,” he mutters. “Just bury me like this.”
I huff out a laugh.
“Put on my tombstone, ‘Cole Prescott: He came himself to death.’”
I laugh again and push myself up enough to look at his face. His eyes are closed and he’s still panting. There’s a fine sheen of sweat on his neck that holds my gaze. It’s ridiculous how good looking this man is. I think I could stare at him for years and not get tired of it. At that thought, I feel something stir deep inside me and shake my head to clear it.
“Your brother won’t put that on your tombstone,” I say, moving to climb off him. “Ella can read, you know.”
Cole laughs and his arms come around me to pull me back down on top of him.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he says. “Just a few more seconds.”
Alarm bells ring in my head even as I let him pull me to him. He wants to cuddle? That’s not allowed. This thing between us is just about sex. It’s new and we’ve only done it a few times, but cuddling is definitely not part of it. He should know that, right? Reluctantly, I ease myself a few inches off him and pat his chest.
“No cuddling.”
He doesn’t try to stop me when I roll off him this time. I move to sit on the edge of the bed, my back to him. I take a few deep breaths as I work up the nerve to say what I’ve been meaning to say after each of the last four times we did this.
“This isn’t serious,” I say. “This thing we’re doing. It’s just sex.”
He’s quiet for so long that I turn back to look at him. He quirks his mouth in that grin I pretend not to love.
“I know,” he says. “Giving yourself a reminder?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m remindingyou. Because snuggling isn’t part of the arrangement.”
“What arrangement? We never made one.”
I pull the sheet up to cover my naked breasts and shift to fully face him. “Fine,” I say. “Let’s make some ground rules.”
He sits up and leans back against the headboard, making no move to cover his nudity. I know I shouldn’t, but I let my eyes stray down the length of his body, taking in every ridge of muscle, every dusting of hair, every delicious inch of him. How is one man so damned gorgeous? It’s not fair.
“My eyes are up here, counselor,” he says in that teasing tone that he knows annoys me.
“Sorry,” I say, directing my gaze up to his amused expression. “I can’t help it you’re so fun to look at.”
He grins and flexes one bicep. “Oh? You see something you like?”
I cut my eyes downward. “I’m more of a thigh girl,” I say, running a fingernail over one of his toned thighs.
“That’s funny,” he says. “Because I was just thinking about your thighs.”
His hand is suddenly under the sheet and on my bare leg, sliding higher.
