Thankfully, Cole doesn’t say anything to me. I crawl into bed, pull the comforter over my head, and curl into a ball. I’m realizing that I’m very naïve about the details of relationships and Cole is beyond experienced. Why not? He’s drop dead gorgeous. Women kneel at his feet. I know three in particular that feel scorned by him. I wonder how many more women there are.
My stomach churns with nausea at the thought. Why didn’t my mother have this conversation with me? Sure, she told me about the birds and the bees and there was seventh grade sex education. But my mother has never mentioned birth control to me. I wonder how many different types there are. Oh, I know, I can just ask Cole—Gah!
I hear him come into the bedroom and cringe, tightening the covers around me.
He climbs on the bed. “Kate, baby, please talk to me.” He runs his hands along my arm, and I stiffen, curling myself into a smaller ball. Cole shuffles around and then gets off the bed. It could not have been that easy?
I’m right. I feel a breeze at the bottom of the bed and then Cole growls, “Cookie.” His warm lips touch my leg just above my ankle, and his hand trails up the back of my leg, settling on my butt. He continues his assault up my leg, each kiss weakening my resolve. When he gets to the top of my thigh, I tense momentarily, but when he moves his hands to my legs, I open them willingly. His hands brush up on either side of my thighs, holding me in place, and I feel his tongue and then his teeth graze along my inner thigh at his love bite.
I sigh as the pleasure rushes upward, a cascade of continuous waves. “Higher,” I moan.
Cole kisses upward, but avoids the one area I want him to touch. He kisses up my stomach, unbuttoning the shirt I’m wearing and moves up my sternum to my neck. I know what he’s doing. Before he can grab my hands, I wrap them around his back so he can’t pin me under him, and I stiffen. He lowers himself onto me. His hard manhood pulses against my stomach. He’s as ready to go as me.
“Cole,” I breathe into his ear, digging my fingers into his back, showing him I’m ready and more than willing.
His lips trail down my jaw and his mouth breathes over mine. “Kate, baby, let’s make a baby.” And his lips connect to mine. What in the—and a string of swear words explode in my head. I open my eyes, our lips still sealed together.
“Cole,” I say, breaking the kiss, but Cole ignores me and moves his hand down, grabbing my leg and lifting it over his shoulder. He enters me slowly, easing his way in. A moan escapes me, and I’m momentarily lost in a tide of pleasure. He pulls out just as tenderly.
“Cole, wait,” I gasp, but he doesn’t, plunging back into me. I bite my lip to keep from moaning again.
“Kate, don’t you want to make a baby with me?” Cole asks, pulling out.
“Yes, but,” he thrusts again, turning my ‘but’ into a groan.
“But what, baby?” And another thrust.
“Cole please.” And I find the will to put my hands on his shoulders, and he stills, lowering my leg. My mind whirls with the things Cole does to me. The hot spiraling pleasure coursing through me and the idea of me, Cole and a baby makes me pant. I take a couple of deep breaths and turn my head away from him. “I’ll figure it out.” I finally say, still a bit breathless.
“Kate...” Cole wraps an arm around me and pulls me up to him. “Let’s figure this out together.”
“It’s just I—I’m not sure. I don’t know.” Too many emotions are running through me, and tears spring up in my eyes.
“Oh, baby, don’t cry.” Cole kisses my forehead. “That’s not what I wanted. I just want you to talk to me. You close yourself off and I hate it.”
“Were you serious about the baby?” My lower lip quivers and Cole reaches up, running the pad of his thumb against my mouth to still it.
“Yes, I want to make babies with you. But not tonight. Maybe in two or three years. I said that to get you to talk to me about the birth control. I mentioned it and you completely shut down on me.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry it took me by surprise. I’ll make a doctor’s appointment. I’ll have him go over the options with me and decide. Unless you have an opinion?”
“No baby, whatever works best for you. But Kate, you need to learn to talk to me and open up. I hate being the manipulative bastard with you. However, that was pretty fun. In fact, I think we need to keep going.” Cole rolls us and I squeal with delight. He kisses down my jaw. “Now where were we?”
CHAPTER FIVE
Cole’s phone blares a dreadful noise. “Ugh, what kind of awful ringtone is that?” I say, covering my ears. He’s curled against me, our legs tangled together.
“Just that. The phone call means nothing but bad news.” He reaches over me to the nightstand for it. The side of his face is next to mine, and I flick my tongue out, kissing behind his ear.
“Good morning, Mr. Holt,” I whisper, hoping to keep his mood light. He grabs his still blaring phone and then kisses me on the lips.
“Good morning to you, Mrs. Holt.” He sits up, answering the phone. “This is Holt…no it’s fine…all right, I will look at it, email it over…what time…fine that will work.” And he ends his call.
I stretch out on the bed and roll away from Cole, sore and tired from too much playing—or slow pleasurable torture, I’m not sure.
“Kate,” he whispers in my ear, brushing my hair behind me.
“Hmmm,” I say, trying hard to go back to sleep.