Chapter 6
SIX
Cole
I’m buzzing as we pull up in front of my house. All I can think about is the way Blair rubbed against me. The sounds she made. How fucking sexy she was when she came all over my hand.
Adjusting my stiff dick in my jeans, I round the truck to get Blair’s door for her. She’s antsy as I help her out of my truck, and I bite back a curse as my cock swells behind my fly.
I usher her inside and out of the cold, and as soon as the door closes behind us, I’m on her.
Blair’s arms wrap around my shoulders, and she clings to me as I back her up. We hit the wall next to the fireplace, and I press my body against hers, letting her feel every hard inch of me.
“Cole!” Blair gasps against my lips.
“Love hearing you say my name like that,” I growl as I kiss a path down her neck.
My hand tugs at her pants, and I pull them down as I drop to my knees in front of her. Blair stares down at me, her eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as she sucks in a breath.
I grin up at her as I drag her panties down her thighs next. She lifts her feet for me, letting me remove her panties. She tenses, becoming self-conscious, and tries to cover her pussy with her hands.
“Need to taste you,” I grunt.
She stares at me, biting her lip. I can see her thinking this through, and it takes all my patience to let her. I breathe in her sweet honey and sugar scent until she finally lets her hands fall away from her center. She nods slightly, and my restraint breaks.
Burying my face in her soaked folds, I growl as her sweet taste hits my tongue. I’m instantly addicted and need more.
I lick up her slit, my tongue swiping up every drop of juice as I go. Blair screams, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling on the strands as my mouth works over her quivering flesh.
“Oh! Oh, God!” she gasps as I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue rolling over the little pearl until her hips rock against me.
She’s riding my face and I love it, but I need more. I grab her knee and guide her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me further and molding her ass in my palms.
“Cole! Oh! I—” she pants incoherently.
Blair trembles in my hold as I guide her other leg over my shoulder, holding her against my face. She’s dripping all over my face, her voice low and throaty as she chants my name and rubs her pussy over my face.
I love every second of it.
I can tell she’s getting close, so I suck her clit into my mouth and spank her ass, growling into her core.
“COLE!” she screams as she comes all over my mouth.
She sags against me as she comes down from her high, and I set her back on her feet gently, keeping hold of her until I know she’s steady.
I lick my lips, wanting every last drop of her release. Blair’s eyes darken as she watches me. She’s flushed and still breathing heavily as I lean back on my heels and watch her.
“What now?” Blair asks, her eyes glittering with sexy ideas.
I love where her head is at, but she deserves for me to do this right.
I force myself to put her clothes right and take her hand. “Well, now that I’ve eaten, I need to feed you.”
She blushes. I love that she can be innocent and dirty at the same time. Blair is my dream girl. I want to give her the world.
Settling her at the kitchen table with a glass of water, I make us each a sandwich. I add some salt-and-vinegar Pringles to our plates—Blair’s favorite—and grab the Snickers for our dessert.
“Thanks,” she says, grabbing her sandwich and taking a big bite.
Her eyes stray to the finished arbor and igloo. Is she thinking about our time coming to an end, too? After tonight, we’ll be done with the building. Blair can add the decorations before the Winter Festival.
I need to make a plan. Now I’ve had a taste of Blair, now I’ve persuaded her to drop her walls with me, I can’t let her go.
“Here.” I pass her half of the Snickers bar.
“Thanks.”
We finish eating and clean up. I can feel Blair crawling back behind her walls, and I take her hand, tugging her against me.
“Have dinner with me tomorrow,” I whisper.
“Like… a date?”
“Yeah, a date. I’ve done this backward, but I’m going to get us back on track. As of tonight, we’re dating. I’m your man. You’re my girlfriend.”
She smiles sweetly, looking happy, and my heart kicks against my ribs.
“So, have dinner with me tomorrow night. Let me woo you. Do all that romance shi—stuff,” I finish.
“What’s in it for me?” she asks seductively.
“Dinner and a kiss goodnight.”
Her eyes heat and grow hazy. “A kiss where?”
God, she kills me.
“Your mouth… to start.”
“You could start tonight,” she whispers, rising on her toes to press her lips against mine.
I groan and pull her flush against me. “You’re so smart.”
She laughs. “We should work. We only have a few days left before the festival.”
“Yeah,” I sigh.
Blair looks so pleased at that moment. I know she doesn’t have any experience with sex or men, thank God, and neither do I, but I do know she loves my reaction to her. She looks so happy, so confident, every time she feels my desire for her.
“Let’s get to work then,” I say, and she giggles as I slap her ass on my way to grab my tools.
We spend the next hour building the cornhole game and stealing touches and kisses. By the time we’re finished painting everything, I’m positive my zipper is a permanent part of my cock.
I adjust myself as we head out to my truck, but it’s no use.
“You okay there?” Blair asks as I start the truck.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I gripe.
She laughs happily, her green eyes sparkling. “Maybe. It’s…exhilarating. I’ve never had a lot of male attention.”
“Good,” I grumble.
Blair slaps my arm. “I don’t know. It’s exciting. I finally get the butterflies that people always talk about.”
“Me too,” I agree.
She smiles, sitting back in her seat as we head down the driveway. We hold hands as we drive to her place, and I try not to show my disappointment as I park out front.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell her as I help her out of her seat.
“For our date.”
“Uh-huh.”
I lean down, and Blair meets me halfway, pressing her lips against mine. The moment our lips touch, everything else fades—the hum of the engine, the soft creak of the leather seats, even the whistle of the wind outside the truck. It’s just her. Sweet, warm, and soft.
Blair sighs into my mouth, her fingers tightening around mine before sliding up to my jaw. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss, tasting her smile. It’s unhurried, slow, and tender, like we both know we could stay here forever and still not get enough.
When she finally pulls back, she lingers close, her breath brushing my lips. “Goodnight, Cole,” she whispers shakily, like maybe she feels the same spark that’s still racing through me.
“Goodnight, Blair.”
She gives me one last smile, cheeks flushed, eyes soft, before opening her door. I stay in the driver’s seat, watching until she’s safely inside. Only then do I let out the breath I’ve been holding and rest my forehead against the steering wheel.
Tomorrow suddenly feels too far away.