Page 22 of Her Cowboy Christmas
“I’ve got you,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
Then his hand slips into my yoga pants.
“Yes!” I shout when his fingers slide over my clit.
I rock harder against him, my body burning up as his other hand slips under my sweater.He yanks down the cup of my bra, plucking my nipple as his other hand plays with my clit.
I’m breathless and needy, so needy.
“That’s it, Blair.Rub that sweet ass against me while I play with this needy kitty.”
“Cole!”I choke out.
“Let me hear it, Princess.I want you to scream my name when you come all over my hand.”
The sound of his rough voice right in my ear, combined with his hands playing my body like a fiddle, sends me over the edge.
“Cole!Oh, God!”I scream.
My head falls back against his shoulder, and my vision darkens as I come.
“Good girl,” Cole whispers.
I shiver in his hold.When I blink my eyes open, I tense against him.
Oh, my god.I just came while I was sitting on Cole’s lap.In the front seat of his truck.In the middle of a parking lot.
“Shit,” I whisper.
I scramble out of Cole’s lap and dive into the passenger seat.My face has to be beet red as I grab my seatbelt and buckle up.
“Hey.”Cole hooks a finger under my chin to raise my eyes to his.“No one saw.I wouldn’t let that happen.”
I swallow and nod.
He studies me, and I know he wants to say something, but whatever he sees on my face stops him.
Without a word, he shifts into reverse and pulls out of the parking lot toward my apartment.
What the hell do I do now?I should make up an excuse and stay home this weekend until I feel like I can face him again.
Except we need to get this booth done before the Winter Festival in a few days.
Cole parks outside my apartment, and I hurry to unbuckle, attempting to bolt.I manage to get the passenger door open, but before I can make my escape, he grabs the hood of my jacket and stops me.
“None of that,” he says.
I glare at him over my shoulder, but it’s hard with him still holding onto my coat.
“Let me go!”I snap.
“No.I’m coming inside to put your groceries away.You’re going to sit your pretty ass in this truck and wait for me to get back.Then we’re going to my place to work on the booth.”
“I can’t.I have plans,” I lie.
“Lie to me again, Princess, and I’ll have you bent over my lap while I spank that ass that you just were rubbing all over my cock.”
“Cole!”I gasp.
