Page 147 of Ten Day Affair
His uninjured hand lifts, hovering near my cheek. Waiting, asking permission I shouldn't give.
Walk away. End this.
But my lips part anyway. My breath catches as he inches closer.
It's slow, measured, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. He's giving me every second to stop what's about to happen.
I don't.
The kiss hits hard. There's no hesitation, no gentle rebuilding. Only months of want and regret crashing together in this moment. My hand fists in the fabric of his t-shirt as his mouth claims mine.
The frozen peas hit the floor with a soft thud.
THIRTY-FOUR
Cole
Her mouth opens under mine, and it’s all I need.
My good hand moves fast, fisting the back of her tank top and pulling her between my legs. Her body crashes into mine, warm and soft and trembling.
She's fisting my shirt, tugging me closer. There’s no slow build. No tentative steps. It’s need, unfiltered and sharp, pouring out of both of us.
I shift on the stool, adjusting to brace her weight as she presses in. My injured arm stays tight against my chest, but my other hand finds her hip, then slides up under her shirt.
Her skin is hot and smooth, and when my fingers graze the underside of her breast, she gasps.
I pull back just enough to see her face.
“You sure?”
She answers by dragging her shirt over her head and tossing it behind her. There's no hesitation, and no question.
I stand, backing her toward the counter. She hops up without being told, her legs wrapping around my hips like we never missed a day.
“You’ve been in my head every single day since the last time I saw you,” I murmur against her neck. My lips brush her skin, just beneath her ear.
"Oh, yeah?"
“Every time I closed my eyes, it was you.”
She tilts her head back, giving me more. “Show me what you did when you saw me.”
I pull back just enough to look at her. My hand stays gripped on her hip, fingers digging into that spot I used to kiss after dragging her panties down.
“I gripped my cock so hard I saw stars.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t speak.
“I stroked it slowly, like I was between your legs again. Like I could taste you. Like I could still feel how tight you get right before you come.”
She exhales sharply, but her body leans in, needing more.
“I came into my hand thinking about your mouth. Thinking about how you used to beg for more even when you couldn’t take it.”
I press my forehead to hers, breathing hard now.
“Want me to show you?”
