Page 135 of Love Unforgettable
Chapter 48
Cole
I run my palm over my face, then set my champagne on the coffee table; take hers and do the same. Then I turn to hold both of her hands in mine, forcing her to face me.
“Simply put? It’s too soon.”
“Okay,” she says drawing the word out slightly.
“For you.”
“For me?” she asks, sounding surprised.
“It’s too soon for you, sweetness. Two weeks ago, you didn’t know I existed and thought Trevor was the love of your life.”
“But he’s not,” she says.
“I know. I’m not saying he is. What I am saying is that I think you need a little time to adjust to life without him being your main romantic focus.”
“I already get that now. Because he’s married. To someone else.” Her voice is rising slightly and sounding a little shrill.
“Okay. Okay. I don’t want to upset you,” I say.
“Then you should stop talking,” she says, grabbing her champagne glass and swallowing it all in one big drink. “I can’t believe you are un-proposing. Things like this only happen to me, I swear. Nothing lasts. I knew that already.” She grabs the champagne bottle and pours herself another glass and drinks it just as quickly.
“Hey,” I say. She doesn’t look at me. I take her glass away from her again, then place my hands on either side of her face. I wait until she meets my eyes, then I kiss her. A soft kiss at first, as she likes those, but like every other time, it’s not enough for me. I need more. I push my tongue into her mouth and pour everything I’m feeling into this kiss. The passion, the longing, the love. I give it all to her, not stopping until I feel lightheaded and out of breath. Only then do I pull my lips from hers. Both of our chests heaving, her face reddened from my beard scruff.
“Does that feel like an un-proposal to you?” I rasp.
“No,” she breathes.
“Good. Because it’s far from it, sweetness.”
“Okay,” she sighs. “Why did we stop?”
“Oh, we’re just getting started.” I take the clips from her hair, then run my fingers through it, loosening it slightly so that it falls around her shoulders. She reaches forward and unbuttons my shirt the rest of the way, pulling it out from under my waistband. She runs her fingers up my bare chest, sliding the tips through the hair on my chest, and back down again. My abs contract at her touch.
I slide my shirt off all the way, and watch as she takes me in. Lexie runs her hands up over my shoulders and down my arms. I let her explore.
Until it’s my turn.
I push her back against the cushions and move to kneel in front of her, pushing her dress up her thighs. She parts her legs for me, I’m not even sure she realizes she’s doing it. I start with kisses on the insides of her knees, she gasps in response. I move my way up her left thigh, stopping only when I reach her center. Then rub my nose against the satin of her panties, and breath in.
“You smell so good,” I groan. I lick at the edges of her thong, slipping my tongue underneath, getting a hint of what I’ll be feasting on soon. Her legs fall completely open, her dress slides up around her waist, and her hands come around my head to hold it in place.
“Please, Cole,” she begs.
I flatten my tongue against her and push as I lick; her panties wet, her body writhing, her hands pulling me in. I raise her legs and put them over my shoulders, push her panties to the side, and plunge my tongue inside her.
“Mmmmm,” I moan, fucking her with my mouth, sucking her clit, fluttering my tongue against it, then licking with long sure strokes, and back again. Finding what she enjoys most. I focus in on her clit and slide a finger inside her, crooking it slightly to hit her g-spot. I want her coming both ways at once.
“Ohmigod, Cole,” she cries. I slide another finger in, crooking both. She’s so tight, so wet, feels so good. Her muscles clamping down around my fingers, her cries getting louder, I raise my eyes to watch her as she comes, licking and sucking everywhere at once to make sure to prolong her pleasure. Her thighs clamp around my head, her hands pulling me closer, screaming my name as her taste floods my mouth. It’s so good. I don’t want it to end.
I want this every day. To spend time between her legs, giving her pleasure, feeling her thighs tighten, her muscles spasm, hearing her cries, tasting her release.
I slow my tongue as she comes keep licking until she pulls my head away and lowers her legs.
“No more, oh God. I need a sec. That was so intense. Holy shit.”
