Page 21 of Reunion
“Really?” He pressed a hand to his stomach and gave me a sheepish smile.
I laughed. “Yeah, unless I’ve unintentionally interrupted your attempt to make a clean break.” Actually, glancing over at his shirt and coat on the table again gave me the idea I’d done just that.
He followed my gaze, and his cheeks pinked. “Isn’t that what any average human does after a hookup?”
“Some graduate to postcoital interaction. Conversation. Breakfast with their partners. Sometimes”—I extended a mug toward him—“a round two.”
“I’m not sure my ass could take it. On multiple counts. The spirit might be willing, but the flesh is…red as hell.”
“That tender, huh?” I set down my mug and stepped in close to skim a hand along his ass. “Let me take a look.”
Cole laughed and tried to shove me away. “No. I’m not going to stand here and let you examine me like I’m some pa—ow.”
I loosened the zip on his pants further so the fabric grazed the globes of his ass rather than dragged. “Gorgeous,” I drawled of the angry marks. It’d been so long since I’d striped an ass, I’d nearly forgotten the satisfaction that came from seeing my handiwork on someone else.
I couldn’t help myself; I dropped down behind him, bringing his trousers to his knees as I pressed a kiss to the join of his thigh and left asscheek. Cole exhaled a low groan and listed to one side. Steadying him with my palms, I trailed my lips over the seam of his ass, easing his cheeks apart to flick my tongue over his hole.
“Oh, that’s…fuck…I don’t think anyone has ever been there this early in the morning.”
I grinned as I stood and swatted his flank lightly. “It looks fine. No broken skin. I’ll give you a tube of ointment to take with you. So, breakfast or the great escape?”
“God, you’re a tease. Ummmm.” Cole seemed to consider me, the coffeepot, and his shirt on the table.
I deflated a little at his hesitation. When his phone buzzed a second later, he snatched it up, mouthed ahang on, and turned to pace toward the living room. A stream ofuh-huhsfollowed.
“Fate has decided. Or actually, my mom has,” he said when he returned. “I’m supposed to help her shuttle the over-seventy-five crew to the brunch. Apparently you fucked my social calendar right out of me because she insists she told me that multiple times yesterday.”
9
Cole
Dane followed me into the bedroom and caught me by the waist. I went still, the shoe I’d been toeing into forgotten. His eyes were an arresting steely blue that I’d very much taken for granted when I was younger, and had never seen as closely as I did now with them roaming over me in concern.
“Do you regret last night?” he asked. “Because I don’t, but I’m having trouble reading your demeanor this morning.”
When I’d crawled out of the bed and pulled my pants on earlier, I’d intended to continue right out the door but then decided the nice thing to do would be to start Dane’s coffee. Some kind of thanks for the fucking, a well wish that was slightly above just ditching out and doing the walk of shame back to the hotel. OrmaybeI could admit to myself that I was a little reluctant to go despite being intimidated as hell. Last night had been wonderful and insanely sexy. It had been a fantasy come to life. And then, in the afterglow, wholly overwhelming. It was evident to me that Dane had worlds of experience I didn’t.
“I’m…no, I don’t regret it. I’ve just never done that before,” I fumbled. “Obviously I’ve fucked other men before, but the other things, it’s… I don’t have a protocol for the morning after someone’s caned your ass raw and watched you fuck a sex toy.”
My mom’s number flashed on my screen again, and I quickly silenced the ring.
“I meant to leave the guidebook on the nightstand next to you last night.” Dane regarded me with humor in his eyes as he trailed a finger from my throat down my sternum and around to my ass. The lightness of his touch was seductive, and I barely checked a quiver as I swallowed hard and tried to remember what I was doing.
“You enjoyed it, though, right? Because—” I stopped and let out a breath, then shook my head. Those were my own insecurities. No need to show them to a man who’d done absolutely nothing other than give me everything I’d asked for. And then some.
“It was no watermelon, but…”
I rolled my eyes at him, failing to suppress a grin as I started to move past him. Dane grasped me by the shoulders and held me still.
“I enjoyed every last second of it, Cole. Does that help?”
“A little bit, yeah?” I sucked in a raspy breath as he slid his hand behind my waistband. The irritated flesh stung with his touch. Ilikedit, though, liked how his fingers prowled over the sensitive areas, liked how he touched me. Hell, I wanted more of it. “I’ll see you at the brunch, yeah?”
He removed his hand. “Briefly, yes. I’ve got to go in to work.”
“On a Sunday?”
“Unfortunately.”