Page 42 of Wrecked
“You know how I feel about horror films.”
He turned to her and felt a grin tug at his lips. It was happening a lot more lately around Piper. She had that effect on him, and there was no way he could fight it—and he wasn’t sure he even wanted to. “Why do you think I chose this movie?”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re trying to scare me on purpose?”
He shook his head. “No. I wanted you to press up against me and hold my hand.”
She glanced at their joined hands. “Well, aren’t you just a diabolical genius.”
A laugh burst past his lips. Piper had him doing that a lot as well. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Someone shushed them, so Piper moved closer so he could hear her. “You would.”
She turned back to the movie, and a minute later, she pulled her hand free from his. He frowned, turned to her, but her eyes stayed on the screen. Then he felt her fingers slide across his thigh, brushing his cock. He grabbed her wrist. Shit.
“What are you doing?”
“Maybe I have a diabolical plan of my own.”
“And what’s that?” His heart started to pound a little harder.
She turned into him more, breasts pressed against his arm. “You wanna make out?”
He slid a hand into her hair at the side of her face and leaned down. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Then he kissed her, and they made out like a couple of teenagers in the back row of the movies.
The next night Piper woke to knocking on the front door.
Shoving her hair off her face, she glanced at the clock. 11:24 p.m. Throwing back the sheet, she climbed out and stumbled down the hall still half asleep. “Who is it?”
“Cole.”
A rush of excitement fired through her, shaking off all traces of sleepiness. She unlocked and opened the door. He stood in the shadow of her porch, all tall and broad and mouthwateringly yummy. She felt light-headed at the sight of him standing there.
“Hey.” He moved closer, forcing her to take several steps back until he was inside, then shut and locked the door behind him.
She smiled up at him. “Hey.”
His mouth quirked up on one side. “Did I wake you?”
“I’m glad you did.”
“I had to work late.” He leaned in, ran his nose along her jaw, then buried it in her hair and inhaled. “I thought about you all day.”
He was saying things like that more often. Not holding as much of himself back from her. She loved it. “I thought about you, too.”
Without another word, he took her hand and headed to her bedroom.
Her body went from sleepy to hot and hungry in a matter of minutes.
Cole led her to the side of the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. He buried his face against her throat. “You’re still warm from your bed.” His cock was hard against her belly, and her need for him intensified until she was trembling in his arms. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“So do you.” The heat of his skin heightened his delicious scent. Clean sweat, body wash, and something darker that was all Cole.
He slid his hands down her back, smoothing them across the pale blue silk of her nightie. “I like this, too.” Then he carried on lower, over her thighs and up under the hem. She shivered as he started lifting it higher, baring her inch by inch, until he drew her nightie over her head and tossed it aside.
“Come here.” Sitting on the side of the bed, he pulled her onto his lap and arranged her so she straddled his hips.
