Chapter 6
Cole
Asmart man would have bought groceries before inviting the woman he was trying to woo over for dinner.
Apparently, I am not that man. I dug through the fridge and cupboards for any ingredients with potential and lined them up on the counter.
I stared at the mishmash of foods, willing my brain to turn them into dinner.
“Can I help?” Holly appeared at my side.
“To be honest, I’m not really sure what I’m making.”
As she scanned the counter, she smiled. “We don’t have to be fancy. Let’s just cut up some stuff and get comfy in the living room. I think classier people than me would call it ‘charcuterie,’ but I would call it a picnic.”
She couldn’t do much with just one arm. Still, she picked up a knife and we both got to work.
I grabbed a big plate and started assembling leftovers from this morning, along with cheese, crackers, olives, and other odds and ends.
This day had been everything I’d hoped it would be.
Every day could be like this if I just told Holly the truth and she agreed we should give this thing a shot.
That money didn’t make a difference in how we felt about each other.
But I couldn’t risk ruining this moment by getting into that now.
“Check this out, peanut butter on celery. Remember eating this as a kid?” She took a bite out of the end with a loud crunch.
“My mom used to put raisins on them and call them ants on a log.”
She smiled. “Mine too.”
I moved closer to her. I couldn’t help it. I took a bite off the end and pulled her so our hips rested together.
“You’ve got peanut butter on your face.” She swiped her thumb over my cheek, then slid it into her mouth.
I tried and failed to hold back a groan, and my hands wandered from her back to her ass. I thought she must know how she was affecting me as I watched her suck the peanut butter off her thumb. Once she was done, she slid her hand up my chest and fiddled with the collar of my shirt.
“Would you be willing to give me a chance to redeem myself?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Redeem what?”
Her cheeks turned a little pink. “The last time you took your pants off in front of me, I had no idea what I was doing. Are you willing to give me a second chance?”
Just her words had me starting to get hard. I wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that, but I wanted to hear more about what she wanted to do. I needed to hear the dirty words fall from her sweet lips. “Well, I don’t know. What did you have in mind?”
She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I want to bite your neck, your shoulder, and my own fist to keep from screaming too loud when I come. But for your cock, I’ll only use my tongue and lips. I promise.”
“Fuck, when did you get such a dirty mouth?”
She squealed and wrapped her legs around my waist as I picked her up and started toward my bedroom. I’d have to be careful not to rattle her injured arm, but I could work around that. I didn’t need tonight to make up for the twenty years we’d missed, but I wanted it to be a start.
I put her down on her back and glared at the cast on her arm. “How hard is it to get you naked with that thing?” I gestured to her arm with my chin.
“Impatient, are we?” She laughed. “Yeah, me too. Help me out of my shirt.”
Her shirt was a nice stretchy cotton, so, despite my dick distractingly rubbing against my zipper, I got it over her arm and onto the floor. With that done, I swept my eyes over her; whatever blood remained in my brain fled south.
“Here I was thinking you were a Christmas angel, but there is nothing saintly about you in that bra.”
“Oh, this old thing?” She shrugged and reached for the button on her jeans. It was taking way too long since she only had one hand, so I swatted her out of the way and yanked her jeans off, revealing matching panties.
I all but belly flopped on top of her, my lips landing on hers, my hand going to her breast. Her bra and panties were lace. Red lace. I’d bet every penny I had that my little Christmas minx wore those scraps of fabric just to drive me crazy.
“You planned to get naked tonight when you got dressed this morning, didn’t you?” I moved my lips to her neck and started searching for the sensitive spot I’d found in high school.
“If my bra and panties match, it is either a coincidence or I’m hoping to get laid.” She let out a low moan, and I knew I’d found the right spot. I teased it with my tongue until she was writhing and arching under me. “You need to be naked.” Her words came out in a pant.
I knelt and started to take off my shirt. “Okay, but don’t expect any sexy lace sets from me.”
She laughed and sat up. “I don’t need lace; I need bare skin.”