He reaches behind his back with his hand, retrieves my clutch and mask and hands them to me. And then lifts a thumb and presses it to my bottom lip. “I love your mouth.”
There goes that tingly feeling in my tummy, sending heat pooling between my legs. “I want to kiss you everywhere.” I blurt out without stopping to think. God, it feels good to say that.
His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen. Triumph soars through me as I watch desire flood his features. Finally, he grabs my hand and drags me toward the crowd but I pull back, causing him to stop.
“We have to let Megs and Simon know we are leaving,” I yell above the music but then feel stupid for shouting because he can read my lips perfectly.
He huffs a breath and runs a hand through his hair, looking impatient to pick up where we left off but nods, and we head to the place we last saw them, the bar. My best friend and her boyfriend are dancing a few feet away, locked in their own little world.
After letting them know that we’re leaving, Megs hugs me, and whispers, “Have fun and text me as soon as you get home.”
“Definitely. Oh God. It’s happening, Megs.”
She grabs my shoulders. “You don’t have to do this if you are not ready.”
I take a deep breath. “I’m so ready. I haven’t thought about anything the past few days, other than this. Honestly, I think I’ll die if we don’t do it tonight.”
Megs belts out a laugh. “Well, then. I think you’re good to go.” She drops her hands just as Simon steps towards us and wraps his arm around her chest, pulling her to him.
After our goodbyes, Cole grabs my elbow and literally dashes out of the ball room. I stop at the hotel entrance, slip the heels off, and sling them around my fingers.
“My feet hurt,” I tell him when he casts a questioning look at my bare feet.
Cole beams at me before leaning down and scooping me up in his arms. He strides toward the spot he parked his car, stops and kisses me before carefully standing me on the cool ground.
He looks at his watch and then back at me. “Do you want to come to my house for a little while? We still have about two hours until eleven.”
I bite my lip and smile coyly at him. At least I hope I’m smiling coyly. “I have a better idea. A special place. Can I drive?”
He takes a step forward, pressing my body into the car, his hands gripping my hips. “As long as it is private. I have plans for this tight little body of yours.”
I push my boobs into his chest, making sure he can read my lips. He sucks a deep breath, moves one hand up and wraps his fingers on the nape of my neck. “Call it a birthday gift, February twenty-eight is still a couple of weeks away, but I wanted to give you this gift in advance. So, can I drive?”
He nods quickly, his breath ragged and the bulge in his pants pressing into my stomach.
He wants me. I want him.
“Keys,” I say, eyebrows raised. He puts them in my palm. I push his chest with my hand, causing him to take a step back. I turn around and open the car door, toss my shoes and clutch on the backseat, and then climb on the passenger seat and crawl across to the driver’s seat. A pair of big strong hands grab my backside and knead with deliberate strokes. I glance over my shoulder to see Cole leaning inside the car, his eyes focused on me.
He bends down and nips my skin through the dress and I shiver. “I love your ass. Come on, hurry up.”
God.
I hope we arrive at Chester’s Hotel without causing an accident. My entire body is humming with the need to feel his hands on my skin. His face between my breasts, his warm breath feathering my skin there. I’m addicted to Cole, his effect on me is more than just a rush.
We arrive at Chester’s, a private little comfy hotel ten minutes away from the Fair Tree. I booked it a week ago and paid the deposit by cash. I dart a glance at Cole and I swear his eyes almost pop out of his head they are so wide. I giggle and kiss his parted lips before grabbing my shoes and clutch and exiting the car. After handing the keys over to the valet, I slip on the heels and grab Cole’s hand and walk toward the hotel entrance. He tightens his fingers around mine as he finally gets the gist of what’s about to happen. Once we reach the reception, a young man hands me a key after confirming my details. I smile at Cole and tug him toward the elevators.
“ARE YOU GOING TO STAND there the whole night?” I ask, smirking at Cole. He’s standing a few feet away from the bed, his hands balled into fists in his pockets. I hope he can’t see how nervous I am.
Doesn’t he want this? Did I read his signals wrong? I felt his need for me when he pressed his pelvis to mine.