“Not as much as you,” Shelly pointed out, dropping her eyes to his pants with an inappropriate laugh.
Rachel finally snapped to. Stepping up next to him, she assured him, “Ignore her. We all do.” Slipping her hand into his, she looked up and asked, “I thought we were going to just meet up tomorrow for lunch?”
“Seems like someone was impatient. It’s quite sweet really,” Shelly interjected.
“Does she ever shut up?” Cole asked good-naturedly. He looked first to Lena, who was shaking her head, and then to Rachel.
“No, this is pretty much it. Isn’t it strange that someone as nice as Josh end—”
“Hey!” Shelly complained. “I’ll have you know that Josh totally understands and loves everything about me.”
Rachel leaned into Cole. “Yeah, I’m sure he does. Maybe that’s why he’s always occupying your mouth when he’s around. To shut you up.”
Lena giggled at that, and Shelly glared at her. “What? It was funny.”
Shelly moved back into the living room and picked up her purse and Lena’s before she strutted back to the hallway and handed the purse to her friend. “Well, one thing I do know is we should get going.”
Looking at the three of them, Cole grimaced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Shelly laughed and Lena pushed her non to gently out of the door as she tried to assure him, “You didn’t don’t worry. Have a good night.”
Shelly called back over her shoulder, “A really good night!”
As the door slammed shut behind them, Cole turned to look down at Rachel.
She shrugged. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
Taking her hand in his, Cole tugged her toward the bedroom and snagged the open bottle of wine. Over his shoulder, he told her, “I’m not, yet.”
And as she followed him with a wine-induced giggle, Cole shut the bedroom door, ready to have a nice long drink.
28
As the bedroom door clicked shut, Rachel turned to see Cole minus his jacket. He was leaning up against the door, holding the opened bottle of wine down by his side.
Rachel let her eyes run over him, and as she brought them back up his suit pants to the tailored white shirt and bright red tie, she couldn’t help the thrill that she got from knowing he was hers.
Keeping her eyes on his, she reached down and lifted her shirt up and over her head, flinging it off to the side. As she did so, Cole lifted his left hand and loosened his tie.
Without a word, Rachel pushed her fingers into the top of her leggings and stripped them down her legs. When they hit the floor, she looped them on her toe, and with a flirty wink, she kicked them toward him.
No words were needed as Cole removed the tie over his head and threw it on the floor. He then began to undo the buttons of his shirt from top to bottom as his eyes zeroed in on her lacy, white strapless bra and matching miniscule thong. When he reached the bottom of his shirt where it was tucked into his pants, he pulled the material free.
Rachel’s entire body felt like it was about to overheat as he pushed away from the door and sauntered toward her with his shirt hanging open and the bottle of wine tapping against his thigh. When he got to her, she tipped back her head and raised her hands to touch. That was when he shook his head.
“No hands,” he whispered as he leaned down to touch his mouth to hers.
“No hands?” Rachel asked, blinking up at him. “But I want to touch you.”
He took a step back and raised the bottle to his lips. Keeping his eyes on hers, he took a swig of the red, and then he lowered the bottle back to his side. He leaned down to her, taking her mouth with his. As she parted her lips, she tasted the wine as it entered her mouth right before his tongue did. Moaning, she moved up onto her tiptoes to get closer, and she felt some of the liquid escape and slide down her chin and neck.
“Tonight, let’s try something a little…different.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Rachel’s eyes glazed over, and he knew he had her.
No hands, it is.
Stepping back from her, Cole looked to the bed. She didn’t need any other words. Immediately, she got up onto her bare mattress, turned to face him, and waited on her knees.
Lifting his hand, he crooked his finger, and she made her way to the edge. When she reached him, she moved her arms behind her, like she was going to remove her bra.
“No, leave it. I like your lace. It turns me on.” He reached down to the button of his pants. “I must be perverted because the white makes you look so innocent.”
Her eyes followed his hands as he unzipped.
Holding out the bottle to her, he asked, “Will you hang on to this for a moment?”
She held the bottle and took another sip as she kept her eyes on his hands.
Quickly, Cole removed his clothes until he was standing before her naked and fully erect. She lowered the bottle from her mouth and licked her shiny wet lips.
Holding out his hand, he was pleased when she passed the bottle back to him.
Taking it from her, Cole lowered his voice and invited, “Come here.”
Rachel kept focused on Cole as she scooted forward on the mattress. When she was close enough that she could feel the heat emanating from his body, she let her eyes wander. First, her eyes took in the tattoo on his pec, and then the piercings through his hard nipples, and last, she let her eyes fall to the engorged cock that was currently nudging her leg.
“Hands behind your back, Rachel.”
Oh god. His voice was so fucking sexy that she felt it all the way inside her.
Moving her hands of her own free will, she placed them behind her back and waited for her next instruction.
“Lift your chin, and close your eyes.”
As Rachel did as she was told, she was intensely aware of his body as he moved even closer to the bed. Swallowing slowly, she waited in the silence of the room, and the thrill she got from the wait was such an enormous turn-on that she could feel her core clench with anticipation.
“Would you agree that you no longer need this mattress?”
Rachel tried to comprehend what he was asking. She tried to keep up, but all her focus was centered on the throbbing between her thighs as she waited with her hands behind her and her head tilted back.
Completely open, completely vulnerable.
Again, he asked, “Do you agree that you no longer need this mattress since you will now be sleeping in my bed? Or should I say, our bed?”
A shiver raced up her spine at the repeated words, and Rachel parted her lips to tell him, “Yes.”
“I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear that.” His voice was louder in her ear this time.
When cool liquid hit her collarbone, Rachel almost opened her eyes and reached out to grab him, but at the last second, she caught herself as the red wine slid between her breasts, over her pure white lingerie, into her navel, and dipped down over her pristine white panties. With her eyes shut, she didn’t know what he was thinking as he looked at her, but she didn’t have long to try and work it out.
The first thing she felt was the tip of his tongue as he licked along her collarbone to the dip at the base of her throat. She could feel the tickle of his hair under her chin. As he moved his head lower, his tongue tracing the path of wine down between her breasts, Rachel found it almost impossible not to touch him.
“Rachel?” Her name floated through the air. “Rachel?”
Opening her eyes, she looked down to where he was nibbling the top curve of her right breast that was still covered by the wine-stained bra.
“Yes?”