Page 47 of Tinsel & Tools
“Sort of hard to mess up canned soup.” He dipped his sandwich into the tomato-y goodness.
I looked over at the counter covered in crumbs and cheese left behind. “We did a bang-up job of messing up the kitchen though.”
He arched a brow. “I’d say most of that mess is yours.”
“Fair. But you did give me the harder job.”
“You buttered bread.” He snorted.
“And put the cheese on it,” I pointed out.
He shook his head, smiling even wider. “You’re right. That definitely was the most difficult task.”
While continuing to eat, Cole did something else on his phone and slid it across the table. “I planned on telling you whenever I saw you tonight, but you sort of distracted me when you showed up here. I got the estimate back from the plumber.”
I glanced down and nearly choked on my soup. “Are you kidding me? For some pipes and a water heater?”
He nodded. “It’s a lot of work.”
“Obviously.” I blew out a breath and pushed the phone back to him. “I guess if I’m going to do this, I need to do everything right. But remind me to pick up some bread and canned soup. Thank goodness I like it, because that’s all I’ll be able to afford going forward.” I leaned back in my chair. “Seriously, though, that plumber can probably buy a vacation home with what I’m paying him.”
“It’s better than dealing with a plumbing emergency down the line.”
“You’re right. And we won’t have to worry about me coming over to use your hot water anymore.”
He cupped one of my cheeks in his large palm. “That wasn’t a problem.”
Before we could get carried away, I pulled back and looked toward the kitchen. “Don’t you want to take care of the mess first?”
“We can clean later. Right now, I’d rather show you how much I like having you here, especially when you’re naked.”
His words sent a rush of excitement through me, and I followed him down the hall, grinning when he glanced back at me with his half-smile, which probably turned heads wherever he went.
He sat on the edge of his bed and reached for me, his hands sliding up my sides and pushing the shirt over my head. After tossing it on the floor, his palms trailed down my chest, slow and curious, as though he was still getting used to the idea of touching another man. To be honest, I’d expected him to be more tentative, but I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly he gave in to what he desired.
I straddled his lap and took his mouth with mine. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as his fingers tangled in my hair and tugged gently when I started rolling my hips against him. He was hard beneath me, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me again.
“Cole,” I moaned. “I want you so bad.”
He responded by kissing me deeper and letting his hands roam over my hips before squeezing my ass.
When he reached for the drawer, I caught his wrist. “I’m going to let you fuck me, but I want to be in control this time,” I said, reaching inside the bedside table for a condom and the small bottle of lube from earlier.
He chuckled under his breath. “Show me what you got.”
Was he challenging me? If he only knew the things I could do, but I didn’t think he was ready for that just yet.
“You need to ditch the clothes first.”
He stood and stripped out of the long-sleeve shirt and pajama bottoms and lay back on the bed before I finished taking off my clothes.
“Someone’s impatient,” I teased. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen someone undress so fast.”
“Shut up, and get back over here,” he ordered with a playful grin.
I kicked off my pants and climbed on the bed. Wrapping my hand around his generous length, I gave him a few strokes, then ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled the latex on him.
“You sure you’re ready?”
