“You’re not so bad yourself.” I smacked him on the chest.
He kissed my forehead and collected our clothes from around the room. “These are still wet. I can throw them in the dryer for a minute. I’ll be right back.”
Cole grabbed one of the room towels, tucked it around his waist, and darted out the door.
Holy shit. What had just happened? I didn’t know I was capable of actually locking away my doubts, but for the last hour, I had silenced any thinking and let my body take over.
There was no hiding the fact that I had just had the most amazing sex of my life, but deep down I knew it was something more. The way our bodies felt together, the way I connected with his breathing, the way he looked at me as if I was the hottest girl in the world—I shook my head. Just thinking about him touching me started the craving for him all over again, and he had just walked out of the room. How could I feel like this?
Two minutes later, he walked through the door.
“Did you say something about lunch?”
I wrapped a towel around my chest. “Yes, it’s on the dresser. Are you hungry?”
With what he had just done, I would willingly bring him lunch everyday if it meant I could feel half of that passion. He was unbelievable.
Cole looked at the white bags of sandwiches on the dresser and then me. Just when I thought he was reaching for his lunch, he jumped on the bed and ripped the towel off me. I squealed.
“I am, but I’m not quite finished with you. We have to wait for those clothes to dry anyway.” His breath was warm along my stomach and the yearning I had for him started all over again.
“By all means, take your time, cowboy.”
17
Kaitlyn
I didn’t go on vacation with the intention of having mind-blowing, life-altering sex with my brother’s best friend, but sometimes you have to deal with what life hands you. For me, that meant devouring as much between-the-sheets time with Cole as I possibly could.
There was a bright light shining in my face. “What time is it?” I pulled the sheet over my chest and searched for my phone.
“It’s early, darlin’. You can go back to sleep. I’ve got to get going. I’m having paint and materials delivered at seven so I have to go meet the boys.” He smiled at me.
“Oh.” I tried to shake the fog that was still permeating my brain.
I watched as Cole dove headfirst into a T-shirt. I was awake enough to know I wanted him to climb back in bed with me, but with the mountain of work facing him, I knew that wasn’t possible. I had derailed his schedule enough yesterday.
He kissed me on the forehead, and then stole a kiss on the side of my neck that awakened the rest of my body. “See ya later.”
“Bye.”
I sunk back into the covers. There was no way I could sleep now. The numbers on my phone read six thirty. I checked my voicemail in case the airline had called overnight. It was my fifth day on South Padre Island, and my initial purchases weren’t going to get me through to the end of the week.
With all of the hot sex yesterday, I never made it back to the office to finish the reservation checks or the expense spreadsheet I promised Cole. It was possible Lisa opened the shop early. I could run by and pick up a few more items before heading into the office to finish the projects.
I pulled my hair in a ponytail, grabbed the tank top, and the extra short running shorts that Cole had retrieved from the dryer. We didn’t really discuss whose room to stay in last night, but we ended up in his after we took a stroll to the beach alcove. I didn’t have any of my makeup or even my toothbrush with me. I opened the door and stepped in the direction of my room.
“Good morning, Carolina.” I heard Cal’s slow drawl. Cal and Lance were standing in the back of a truck, unloading boards onto the sidewalk. One of them started whistling.
“Hey, guys.” I grimaced. Staying in a completely vacant motel, I never considered facing the walk of shame. Maybe they didn’t know that was Cole’s room.
“Does Cole have any beer in there?” Cal was having fun. Ok, they definitely did know it was his room.
I straightened my shoulders. I could do this. I just had to walk across the parking lot and into my room. I could crumble into a pile of embarrassment when I got there.
“Beer? At seven in the morning?” I asked.
“We’re not picky about what time we drink our beer.” Cal handed off another board to Lance, who was noticeably silent. He had yet to look in my direction.