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Cole’s brows drew together just enough for me to notice. “Why are you doing that?”
“Doing what?”
“Making that face.”
His eyes left mine for a moment before returning. “I’m not perfect Patrick. Far from it. I’ve made so many mistakes, it’s not…”
I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his. He sighed and scooted closer to me, bringing his naked body flush with mine, our legs tangled together. “You’re perfect for me,” I said between kisses.
“But there’s something…” he protested before I shut him up again with another kiss.
My hand wrapped around the side of his face to the back of his head as he held onto mine.
“No,” I whispered against his lips. “I don’t want to talk about any of this, or the time we were apart. We’ve been through hell, and I want to forget all that shit and just be with you. Maybe even stay in bed all day, wrapped around you.”
Cole had been by my side from the moment I woke up, and I wanted to make him feel good. So, when he pulled back and looked into my eyes with concern, I pulled him closer and kissed him again.
I shifted my body toward him, but the sudden movement made me dizzy. My movement faltered, prompting Cole to ease me back onto my pillow before leaning over me on one elbow.
“What’s wrong? Are you dizzy?”
Fucking hell. “Yes, goddamn it. It’s been fucking weeks. This should be over.”
He placed a soft kiss on the dimple in my chin, distracting me from my bad mood. “You’ve got to be patient, babe. This is going to take some time.”
“I should be healing so much faster than this. I’ve had a concussion before. I’m a goddamn professional athlete.”
Cole shifted his body onto mine and carefully straddled my hips. Leaning down, he took my face into his hands as his dark hair covered one eye. He tilted his head to the right to get it out of his eyes. I extended my hand, like I’d done so many times before, to move it out of the way. I slid my hand up the side of his face until I could run my fingers through his hair.
“Patrick, baby, this is going to take some time. Simon told you it could take three-to-six months for you to recover fully.”
“I don’t have three months. The season starts in July.”
His exasperated expression confused me. I had a contract to honor, and now that Clay Turner was gone, it would be a much better season.
Before I could protest, Cole braced his hands on either side of my head, then leaned down to take my mouth. His tongue swirled along mine and made me forget the world. But my cock was angry and wanted some attention.
My hand moved to the bed as Cole broke our kiss, only to kiss my cheek and jaw.
“I need you to fuck me.”
Cole chuckled as he left a trail of wet kisses back to my mouth.
“That’s the plan if you can lie still and let me do the work. You’ll tell me if your head starts hurting or the dizziness returns. Otherwise, it’s another hand job.”
Fucking hell, I wanted him. “Okay, I’ll do whatever you say.”
Cole rose back up and pinned me with his blue irises that were darker than when he woke up. “Then lay there like a good little bottom this time while I make love to you.”
A shiver ran through my body as he began kissing his way down my torso. They had changed from open-mouthed, sensual kisses to ones that were more gentle the closer he came to my incision. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body as he kissed every inch of exposed skin.
“Baby,” I moaned, “you’re killing me here.”
Cole stopped and looked at me. “We’re not using any words that could mean losing you. You got me?”
I nodded, so very much in love with him. “Got it. But could you give my dick some attention?”
“You’re not in charge, bossy.”
