Page 91 of Blush Crush

Her gaze collides with mine the second I walk in and I waste no time coming up behind her and pulling her off the stool.I take advantage of the fact that we’re supposed to act like a couple, snaking an arm around her waist, holding her flush against my body.

“Cole,” my mother says, watching me act like a total caveman. “We’re in the middle of something.”

“I can see that. But I think we’ve had our fill of family for the evening.” I look at Ariana. “You ready to head out, baby?”

Her cheeks tinge pink. I’ve only ever called her baby when I’m trying to make her come.

“Why the rush, Cole? What’s more important than spending time with family?” Nora says, being a little brat.

“Actually, I’ve been working on some continuing education for winemaking and Ariana has been helping me with the lessons. I’m hoping to go over a couple tonight before it gets too late.”

Ariana goes rigid in my arms, choking on a cough.

We both know exactly what I meant. I clamp down on my bottom lip to keep from smiling and being too obvious.

It’s not a total lie.

Nora tosses me an unimpressed look that tells me she knows I’m full of shit. And I just don’t give a fuck.

All I care about is getting lost between Ariana’s thighs.

I release her long enough to give a round of hugs to everyone and then I’m dragging her out of my parents’ house like a man on a mission.

“Where are we going?” She giggles as we walk toward my truck.

“My house. It’s just around the hill.”

We stop by the passenger door, where I move to open it for her.

“And what are we going to do at your house?” There’s a gleam in her eyes I was worried would be dimmed by the dinner from hell.

I palm the side of her cheek, angling her head to look up at me. My thumb brushes across her cheekbone. “I think you’ve earned some orgasms, don’t you?”

She nods, lips slightly parted.

“That’s my girl.”

CHAPTER 27

Ariana

PLAY WITH ME

This must be what lust feels like.

It’s the only way I can think to describe the needy ache building low in my belly. The visceral craving I have for the man whose large hand is resting casually between my thighs.

Every bump in the road, rocking the cabin of the truck unevenly as we traverse the short drive to Cole’s house is like a jolt of electricity right through my center.

In an agonizingly light touch, his pinky finger swipes over the seam in my jeans. And every time he makes the faintest contact with my clit, my eyes roll back in my head.

“Cole,” I whimper, not caring how desperate I sound.

“Something wrong, Ariana?” His smile is sexy and evil and so hot I think I might combust before we ever make it out of this truck.

He knows he’s torturing me with his teasing and he’s enjoying it way too much.

Unexpectedly, he applies pressure right where I need it, causing my back to arch and whiny sounds to escape my throat.