Page 112 of Blush Crush

I check my phone on the nightstand. “Almost seven.”

Lina now opens the shop on Saturday mornings. I thought the biggest perk would be getting to sleep in, but this beats it by a landslide.

Cole makes a sound that is not quite a groan and not quite an acknowledgment and presses his lips to the back of my neck, which feels both sweet and erotic. My body starts to roll against his as if the earth-shattering orgasm last night wasn’t enough.

“Hi,” he says against my skin.

“Hi.” I feel the smile before I can stop it. “You stayed the night.”

“I did.”

“And you cut your trip short.”

“Mm-hmm.” He kisses my shoulder. “We got everything taken care of and decided it was early enough to hit the road instead of spending another night away.”

“Well, no complaints here.”

His hands roam over my body, lightly trailing his fingers across the heat between my legs before taking a generous handful of my breasts, toying with my nipple. “I would do just about anything to wake up like this—with you in my arms.”

I try to swallow the sudden lump in my throat, while also ignoring the way my heart leaped at his admission. Cole has a habit of saying little things like that. My heart wants to believe them but my head tries to convince me otherwise.

And in spite of trying to remain logical, I’m falling for this man, and it’s confusing and terrifying and wonderful. I don’t even know what we’re doing anymore but it feels far from anything we agreed to.

Shifting, I stare at the ceiling and the weight of what this is becoming settles heavy on my chest. Would Cole be able to fully commit to me without getting bored and tossing me aside? Right now it’s probably easy knowing there’s a clear end to all of this. But if there weren’t, I’m not sure he could do it, or would even be interested for that matter. Why would he give up the bachelor lifestyle he’s used to just to be with me?

“Hey.” Cole props himself up on his elbow, his gaze searching mine. “You still with me? You got quiet for a second.”

“Yeah.” I put on a smile, taking a deep breath. “Just still waking up.”

A wicked grin lifts on his lips. “Oh, baby. Why didn’t you say something?” He starts peppering kisses down my body. “I’ll wake you up.”

“Cole.” I giggle, wiggling the lower he gets. “Last night was more than enough. I’m okay, really.”

He looks up at me from between my thighs, his hands positioned to pry them further apart. “Baby, I’m an eater. And I’m going to eat this pussy as much as you’ll let me.”

He flattens his tongue over the underwear I slipped on last night, and there’s something so toe-curling filthy about being licked through the thin cotton of my panties, I nearly come from that alone.

“Relax. Let me eat my breakfast.”

And because he’s impossible to resist, I nod and let him continue.

He wastes no time tearing off my underwear and devouring me like a starved man.

I can’t believe I’ve lived twenty-three years of life before experiencing this. Though something tells me it wouldn’t have been like this with anyone but Cole. He’s nothing if not dedicated to the task, meticulous with reading me, reading my body. And the results are more than satisfactory. I come quickly, the euphoric rush coursing through me like blood racing in my veins, tiny tremors of aftershocks working their way over me in the minutes that follow. It’s delicious and addicting and I don’t know how I’ll function without being the sole focus of Cole’s pursuit to bring me pleasure.

Once my orgasm subsides, he hovers over me, his lips swollen and still shiny with my release.

“My favorite meal,” he muses before planting a kiss on me. “Taste yourself. Lick your cum.”

Without hesitation, I flick my tongue out and run it along the seam of his lips, gathering the remainder of my arousal. It feels so taboo to taste myself like this—the tanginess of my release threaded with the familiar flavor of him.

He moans, the vibration of it traveling down my sternum. We kiss slow and lazy, nowhere to go, no place to be. And it might just be the most perfect morning I’ve ever had.

Eventually we make our way out of the bedroom. Cole is dressed and lounging on the couch, trying to get Duchess to play with him, while I make us each a drink.

I’ve upgraded the espresso machines in the shop several times over the years, and each time I rotate one of the old ones into my apartment and use it as my everyday coffee maker.

I make a London Fog for Cole and a simple cortado for myself. As I hand Cole his drink he pulls me down to sit with my legs draped over his lap.