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His focus stays on that stray lock of hair. Fiddling with the ends instead of meeting my stare head-on. I watch in concern as his throat bobs once.
He’s acting upbeat but I can tell his energy’s off. He’s distracted by something. Why did the man who’s never unsure of anything, seem almost anxious?
My hand presses lightly against his chest and those cerulean eyes finally meet mine. They’re like liquid pools of glass they’re so clear.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” I say softly, feeling his heartbeats under my touch.
Cole can pretend all he wants that he’s fine. Let the world believe that he is, but I understand him, and I know what’s on his mind. And it’s something other than spring break starting soon.
The uncertainty doesn’t last long and seconds later that arrogant mask is shifting back into place like it’d never left.
Laughter that I can’t help bubbles from my throat when he peppers my mouth in kisses humorously. He’s trying to distract me, and it’s working.
A hiss falls from my mouth when his thumbs lift the bottom hem of my shirt, pressing into my bare skin. His calloused fingers move back and forth slowly as they skim along the top rim of the skirt’s edge.
My hand’s fist at his shirt, lasering in on him. Staring him down. I’m trying to do my best to not let him coax me with his touch, but Cole can always be so damn persuasive when he wants to.
His face a stony expression of nothingness. Not at all bothered by our peers.
“You know, I never did get a chance to take you out on that date,” he notes, leaning closer.
“Iceman…” I gasp out on a hiss. Eyes fleeting past him.
Raising his arm, he shifts, using his body as a way to conceal me from the few students still littering the hallways. Completely unaffected by my uncertainty.
“Let me take you to the lake house?” His voice is rough, scratchy. A whispered plea as his fingers start to skim underneath the seam and along my lower belly.
That need builds further, igniting the longer he flirts with what my body craves. What I desire. Him.
“What do you say?” His smile coaxing and far too persuasive. “Please, Princess?”
“Always with that word,” I grumble.
Please. He knows what that word does to me. The one thing I’d only ever heard him say with me. No one else, only me.
The boyish expression that crosses his face makes my ribs expand. Cole already knows he’s won.
Still, I find myself nodding when the tips of his fingers skim the thin line of my panties. Swallowing, words something I’m not sure I can manage right now.
My breathing hollows out as my heart rate skyrockets. This is dangerous and risky, and stupid, and I loved every minute of it.
Cole’s face darkens at my willingness to succumb. The youthfulness of his features shift to carnality.
A small flicker of something never leaves his eyes even as they turn molten.
As if some metaphorical timer had been set, it’s like the thing finally goes off and he’s done waiting. The dam breaks inside as his mouth smashes against my own. Concealing the noise that tried to rip from my throat with his mouth as his fingers find another hole.
They pick up their pace and my hunger for him outweighs everything else. We can discuss what’s really on his mind later. Right now, I just need him. Always, him.
With the way he’s angled his oversized frame, it looks like we are two kids making out in the hallway, but it’s so much more than that.
His movements are controlled even as my body shakes under the intensity of his touch. The depth builds the longer he works me. His fingers pick up their pace and it isn’t long before I’m coming.
The stiffness in Cole’s pants twitches. Pressing itself against my thigh as I come down off the shock waves. His mouth suffocates me in a gloriously intoxicating way to lessen the noises I can’t bother to hide.
“No, baby,” he says affectionately. Squeezing me tenderly as he drags my hand away from the bulge pressed into my sternum. I whimper at the rejection.
I’m somewhat more sated after looking past him, realizing the hallway is empty. I am suddenly bold too.
