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“It’s mostly my feet from the cold floors. I can’t feel warm while they’re still so frigid.”
“Well, bring them over here. I won’t be able to get back to sleep with you shaking the bed like this. Body heat is Survival 101.”
I wanted to turn around to see if there was any heat in his eyes as he suggested this like a good Boy Scout, but I didn’t think I had the nerve. I scooted back to tangle my feet with his legs at the same time he scooted forward, and my brain registered that my feet were entangled in gloriously warm, but also very bare legs.
“Fuck, Cole. What happened to your sweatpants?!”
I tried to put distance between us, but Cole’s arm reached out to band across my middle and keep me in place.
“They were going to be too bulky to sleep well in, so I thought I could be sneaky and go without them. I didn’t count on you shoving down the pillow wall and being a contender for little spoon of the tristate area in the middle of the night.”
I felt my cheeks warm, realizing that he had at some point woken up to us spooning, and had decided to not do anything to change our positions. Those dangerous thoughts were back again, warming me from the inside, and this time I arched my ass backward into Cole, being rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from the man in question and a promising bulge forming in his briefs.
“I didn’t expect any contact quite like that either when I decided to lose the pants,” Cole quipped, the husky and low quality returning to his voice, but presumably not from sleep this time.
We lay connected at my shoulders and his chest, my ass and his groin, and my feet and his shins. Slowly, we melted together so I couldn’t pick out any points where we weren’t touching.
“You know, Boy Scout, more body heat would come from skin-to-skin contact,” I ventured, the darkness of the night, the seclusion of the snowstorm, and that firm bulge poking me from behind, making me bold.
“You might have a point there,” Cole agreed after a brief pause. At this his hand started to move upward from its starting point at my hips, taking my—well, actually his, shirt with it.
“Is this okay, Blaire?” he asked just before his hand and the hem of the shirt reached the bottom of my breast. Not trusting myself to not stop his path if I engaged my brain to speak, I answered by arching further so his hand was cupping my right breast, his fingers instinctually finding that hardened bud, gently caressing and tweaking it until I couldn’t believe I considered my nipple hard before. A moan escaped my mouth before I could bite it back and I found myself rolling onto my back to give him access to its twin as well.
This put in me in a position to turn my head and face him for the first time since climbing back into this bed. Wanting to look at his face to see if it would betray any of his thoughts, I opened my eyes and turned to see his lips parted. His darkened eyes met mine, immediately betraying heat, wanting, and something that maybe looked a little like fear as well.
Wondering what my eyes were telling him, I closed them and tilted my face up to meet his lips for the first time since the research room, but it felt like we had been doing this all along. His lips knew how to move against mine instinctually, pouring his wanting and desire into me through this connection, his tongue moving against the seam of my lips. I parted them immediately to grant him access. The hand that wasn’t under my shirt tangled into my hair, and my fingers found themselves clawing into his shoulder and scalp, needing to feel closer.
That need wasn’t quite satisfied, so I straddled his firm and sturdy body, one leg on either side of his hips, leaning over his chest to not break our kisses, placing that bulge right where we both wanted it. This dislodged his hand from its ministrations under my shirt, so I sat up to whip it off, throwing it who knows where behind me. Cole lay beneath me, blinking up and looking slightly stunned.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed out, sitting up to tug his shirt over his head in that sexy, effortless, two-hands-behind-the-head way all men seem to know how to do. Once we were both shirtless, he wrapped his arms around me. We met skin to skin for the first time, but were no longer aware of the chill in the room that had started us down this path. Our mouths met again, and I realized Cole had been holding back on me. Underneath that buttoned up exterior there was a courteous, but wild man waiting to be unleashed. One hand moved back to my hair, tilting and angling my head just the way he wanted it, demanding access to my mouth with his tongue.
I needed to move, so I rolled my hips to deepen the contact between his boxer-brief-covered cock and my gym-short-covered pussy. I was rewarded with a groan that originated deep in Cole’s chest, but this time, no one ran to safety. Instead, Cole moved his mouth down my chin, back up to bite softly on my ear, and then he ran kisses down the side of my neck.
“Blaire, I never imagined...okay, well I have imagined, but I never dreamed this would happen tonight, so I don’t have anything. You know, any protection. I don’t suppose your all-prepared Blaire bag contains some condoms?” Cole asked me from his position against my neck, his fingers tracing circles around my lower back and hips.
“It definitely will going forward, but no, there’s never been a need for them on the job before.”
“Never?” Cole asked incredulously, lifting his head to meet my eyes, wide in shock.
I laughed.
“Thomas, I just straddled you and took my own shirt off. Does that really scream shy virgin to you? I just meant work and...this...have never collided unexpectedly before.”
“Got it. Caveman instincts retracted,” Cole replied, rolling his eyes at himself for once.
I took this opportunity to lavish some kisses and attention of my own to Cole’s neck, biting a little less gently on his ear, blowing hot air after to ease the sting and being rewarded with an unintentional jerk of his hips.
“No protection takes some things off the table, but I still am going to need to do some exploring,” I said as I pushed him back to a flat position on the bed, scooting myself back so that I could pull the waistband of his briefs down to reveal the Goldilocks of cocks Cole had been keeping there all this time. Not too long, not too short, just thick enough.
Oh, I can’t wait to feel that inside me next time, I thought to myself as I ran a curled hand up and down the firm shaft in front of me. Next time! Nope, don’t go there, Blaire. Just focus on the here and now.
“Next time...” Cole started, apparently having the same wandering thoughts as me, but just not quite as in control of not voicing those thoughts as I was. I couldn’t go there, so I silenced him by taking the head of his cock into my mouth, and from there neither of us thought about much except what was happening in this room on this winter night. I focused on the feel of his heavy rod in my mouth, the manly and slightly salty taste coating my tongue.
I quickly found a rhythm, taking him a little deeper in the back of my throat every time. Cole’s breathing picked up and occasionally a quiet groan or moan escaped him, letting me get a glimpse of an uncontrolled Cole Thomas, and boy, did I like it. Giving my jaw a break, I worked the shaft covered in saliva firmly with one hand and took his balls in the other.
“Blaire,” he ground out. “I’m so close. Where can I finish?”
Cole Thomas. Even in his uncontrolled and slightly wild state, still a polite and considerate guy. Might have to see if I can break him of that, too.
