He shrugged. “Fine.”
“Great. You won’t regret this.”
“Uh-huh.” He grabbed their plates and went into the kitchen, Savannah right behind him. She was talking details about the party, from who to invite to what kind of food they’d have. He mostly tuned out the details and focused on how excited she was. Her enthusiasm was cute. After loading the dishwasher, he turned to her.
“You like entertaining.”
She stopped mid-sentence. “What? No. This is to help you.”
He grabbed her hands and pulled her toward him, wrapping his arms around her. “You see yourself married with three kids and throwing big parties, inviting all the other kids’ parents over and having those big bouncy houses in your backyard.”
She tried to pull away, but he held her tight in his arms. “I do not. And how did you get married with kids out of me planning a party for you?”
“You’re practically glowing all over doing your party-planning thing. Your eyes are bright, your skin is flushed, and you can’t stop talking.”
She laid her arms on top of his. “Hey, there’s a lot to do to plan a party in a few days. I’m just running some ideas by you.”
“And now you’re embarrassed.”
“No, I’m not.” She shoved at him. “Let me go.”
“You are embarrassed. It’s sweet, Peaches.”
“You’re being an ass.”
“I know. I can’t help myself. You should probably kiss me to shut me up.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, no. We already discussed this.”
“No, we didn’t discuss this. You ran like hell out of here after that night and we never talked about it.” He swept his hand over her back. Just holding her against him made his cock surge to life. He liked being close to her, feeling her heart beating against him.
“I think it was obvious that what happened between us was a mistake.”
She said the words, but her nipples were hard points against her shirt, her eyes dark and filled with desire. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t give her body what it wanted—what she wanted.
“It wasn’t obvious to me. I like you. I want to spend more time with you.”
She laughed. “We spend almost every day together, Cole.”
He slid his hand into her hair. “In a business way. I’m talking about getting personal.”
He pulled her closer, waited for her to tense. Instead, she yielded, and he moved in for the kiss.
Her lips were soft and warm and she opened them willingly for him, sighing as he slid his tongue in to move against hers. He pressed his hand against the small of her back with one hand while exploring the silkiness of her hair with the other. Her breasts crushed against his chest and he felt the wild pounding of her heart—same as his.
She excited him. The soft, exploratory kiss turned wild and she wound her hands around his neck and into his hair, yanking on it, telling him she wanted more. Control was lost as he lifted her shirt over her head.
Pink bra tonight, her breasts spilling over the tops.
“You make it hard for me to breathe.”
She smiled. “Judging from this,” she said, palming his erection, “I make a lot of things hard.”
He loved the ballsy way she approached sex. She might be reluctant at first, but once she was in, she was all in.
“Yeah, you definitely make me hard.” He reached between them and flicked open the button of her shorts, drew the zipper down and shoved her shorts to the floor. Just as he imagined, matching pink panties. He could stare at her hot underwear for hours, but right now he wanted her out of them.
He traced the outline of her breasts, teasing the edges of the top of her bra, watching the way her breasts rose and fell with her deep breaths. He lifted his gaze to hers and undid the front clasp of her bra, pulled it apart and cupped the globes, using his thumbs to tease her nipples. Her lips parted and he leaned in to kiss her, her bare breasts brushing his chest.
He pulled her bra off and pressed his hand against her butt to draw her closer to his throbbing erection. She was so soft, curvy, his hand gliding over each slope like an exploration into how their bodies were different. He liked how her waist dipped in and her hips were so full. And he loved her ass, loved grabbing it and holding on to it with both hands as he rubbed his dick against her.
He especially loved the sounds she made when he moved against her. He wanted to hear her cry out when she came.
He lifted her up on the counter and stepped between her legs so he could put his mouth on her nipples. Being this close to her skin put him in direct contact with whatever peach body soap or lotion she used—whatever it was that gave her that scent. It intoxicated him like a drug, made him suck hard on her nipples until she grabbed his head to pull him closer, moaning when he nibbled on the bud with his teeth.
He popped the nipple out of his mouth and worked on the other, grasping her breast in his hand to slide his tongue across.