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I chuckle. "You should follow your own advice."
Amanda moans in reaction.
Sober Emma offers both tipsy friends an arm, which they take. After they leave, I stumble back to my favorite seat and empty the last of the wine into my glass. Oh god, this pinot is fine.
My mind shifts back to Mr. Walker. In his presence, I feel desirable, and the chemical attraction between us is astonishing. I recall the girls’ advice: kiss him or jump his bones. Damn, it sounds so wonderful, but I can't. The old Alisha would have done it in a heartbeat. I let out a frustrated sigh. What can I do to make this stop?
My eyes dart through the room and land on my phone, lying on the table next to the empty bottle of wine. After biting on my lip, chewing over what to do, I decide. "Fuck it. I need an answer, and I need it now."
I grab the device and scroll through my contact list. When I find his number, I send him a simple text.Cole?
I stare at the screen, waiting for a reaction. Minutes of staring pass, and my chest gets heavy with disappointment. He's probably asleep since it's 12:45 a.m.
Suddenly, the insignificant dots on the right side blink. Oh my, he's messaging back. I gaze at his reply.
Alisha?
God, even him texting my name is turning me on. Fuck, I'm pathetic. I let myself fall back onto the loveseat.How should I respond?I stare at the ceiling, overthinking what to answer, but then my phone rings. I sit up straight, and with my heart in my throat, I push the green button and listen.
"Hey. Is everything alright?" he asks.
My skin coats in goosebumps hearing that deep timbre in his voice.
"Oh, yeah. Just enjoying my tasty wine."
A short, sexy, chuckle escapes his lips. It almost sounds like he's relieved. "Are you drunk?"
"Drunk, no. Tipsy, yes. I called for an emergency girls’ night at my place."
"Oh, why did you need that?" His tone is teasing.
"Because I've got a gigantic problem…" I say, biting my bottom lip, hesitating between letting my uninhibited tongue run loose or not. "Oh, fuck it," I murmur. "You, Bulldozer, are my problem."
"What did I do?"
The picture of his naked chest reappears in my inner vision, and my tipsy brain blurts the truth. "You took off your t-shirt in front of a woman who hasn't had sex in ages. You can't fucking do that." God, expressing my frustration is liberating. "I have a healthy sexual appetite. I goddamn love sex. But after the asshole attacked me, I freak out every time a man touches me. So, I've been sexless for months. Even masturbation isn't possible. Do you know what this does to a person?"
“Alisha, stop."
"Oh, no, you will listen." Who cares anymore? Might as well take all this off my chest and needy pussy. "You, Cole, affect me in ways I never thought you would, and it's driving me crazy."
"Huh? What?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, are you that slow?" I roll my eyes. "Okay, I'll use man's language then. I get so fucking horny whenever I'm around you."
He lets out a rough grunt before asking in a husky voice, "Were you aroused this morning, against the wall?"
I cringe hearing his question, but since I've blurted everything else out, why not continue being honest? "Yes.."
The deeper manly noise he releases resonates through my spinal cord, straight into my cunt.
* * *
Cole
Breathe.Calm the fuck down.
My free hand grips at the baluster and my knuckles turn white as I try to control the overwhelming sensations burning through me. The line "you make me horny" released a burst of hormones, and now they're racing through my veins and bones at lightning speed. Hearing her blatantly admitting she was aroused this morning makes my full-on erection push against my zipper.
