Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

COLE

I glance down at my cat with a look that says this better be good, mister.

Fudge clearly knows the best way to get both of our attention at once by crashing through the cat flap, even though he usually just steps or jumps through without any fuss at all. It’s like he knows.

Two seconds before, I was caressing her beautiful breasts and feeling those pretty little buds that have been teasing me for most of the night and I’m ready to explode. I want them in my mouth. Her sweet scent alone has me all hot and bothered, and the fact she has no idea what she does to me is an even bigger turn on.

“Nice timing,” I muse, looking down at Fudge. He sits upright instead of flopping down like he normally does, and meows loudly.

Ainsley giggles, clearly embarrassed and caught off guard by both Fudge jumping through the flap so loudly, and me caressing her neck and feeling her up. “Way to go, Fudge. Maybe he’s hungry?” she suggests.

Not as hungry as his daddy. I want to s ay, but I don’t want to scare the girl.

“Hungry?” I raise my eyebrows at him instead. “He has a bowl full of dry food he hasn’t touched where he just came from. Your home, Fudgey , to be precise.”

He ignores me and sidles up to his newfound best friend’s leg, and tries his best purr routine for good measure. She turns to look down at him adoringly. This cat, a few days ago, scared her half to death, so much so, she ran outside in her pajamas. Now she’s looking at him like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. But that’s Fudge for you.

“Aunty Ainsley has some dry food,” she coos, getting up from her seat.

I watch in astonishment as she walks on over to the kitchen cupboard and pulls down a little bag of Feline Fancy and pours some onto a little saucer for him. Well, well. We’ll make a cat mama out of her yet.

She bought those especially? She doesn’t actually have a cat of her own, obviously, so she must’ve gone out and bought them at some point just for Fudge. The Casanova.

“Aunty Ainsley?” I chuckle, watching her. I think she needs the distraction. She’s hot and bothered too. Her face is flushed, and she’s breathing heavily. I take a swig of my coffee as Fudgey saunters over and has a sniff of the saucer. Ainsley is on her way back to me as he starts his little munchathon.

“I thought it was a nice touch,” she says. “I think your cat finally likes me.”

“It’s no wonder when you’re feeding him Feline Fancy and letting him sleep on your countertop.”

She’s about to sit back down when I rise out of my seat and grab her around the middle. She squeals as I pull her into me. “Before Fudge rudely interrupted, where were we?” I nuzzle into h er neck, enjoying her little mewl. Spinning her around so she’s pressed against the table, I smile down at her. She clutches onto me tightly, her fingers curling around my shirt. It’s like she’s hanging on for dear life and it makes my cock jerk as I bring my lips to her again. “Hope you don’t mind my coffee mouth.”

She giggles and shakes her head. “Hope you don’t mind mine?”

“Never.” I kiss her again, with a little more vigor this time. Hoisting her onto the kitchen table, pages of her meeting notes scatter to the floor. The remaining pages on the table become crumpled when she sits on them.

I move in between her legs as our kisses come in thicker and faster. I can no longer hide my erection when I pull her body close to mine with our hips now level.

She gasps and briefly looks down. I tilt my head to the side as I follow her gaze. There’s no disguising what I’ve got going on down there, so there’s no point trying. “You think this sexy little body and those delicious lips aren’t doing things to me?”

“Cole—I?—”

My hands stroke circles over her hips again as I press my forehead to hers. “You what?”

“I didn’t know just kissing could be this sexy.”

“Did you hear the part where I said you’re sexy? This whole librarian thing is fuckin’ hot.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, much like she did at the dance and I’m here for it, one hundred percent. “I’m glad you approve. You’re not so bad yourself.”

My hands inch their way back to their resting posts before we got the shock of our lives with Fudge’s grand entrance. My fingers brush the edges of where my mouth wants to be; her tits. I can’t help but smirk. Looking dow n at her sweet, flustered face to gauge her reaction, only spurs me on. “You like that, Shorty?”

She giggles. “Yes, Cole. I like it a lot.” I tug a little more and then run a palm over and over each tight peak as she sighs. Then I alternate with a pinch and a palm over and over. “Oh, God,” she moans, pushing her hips into mine. My cock is making himself known and quite at home as it prods against her stomach. She grinds against me as I shift my knee so she has friction.

“That’s it, baby girl, take what you need.” My hands lift to the rim of her bodysuit and she pushes her chest out toward me farther. Fuck this bodysuit.

I cup her tits, then slide one hand down her front. She gasps when my fingers find her bare nipple. “ Fuck.” I circle the hard peak as her moans grow louder. She rocks against my knee and I feel my dick leaking with so much want. And I want her more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.

“Cole! I love that!” Her pants come thick and fast.

I lick my lips. Oh boy, does that make me feel good knowing I’m pleasing her. I flick her nipple, one hand inside her top, the other outside, and she rocks against me. Her cheeks dark as she seeks her pleasure.

“Oh, baby.” I want to shoot my load all over her and then start this all again. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, and just thinking about her in my bed is enough to send me over the edge.

“ Cole—”

Her tits aren’t big, nor small, they’re somewhere in between, and fucking perfect from where I’m standing. “Need to see them,” I groan.

She nods and I pull one side of her bodysuit away from her shoulder and her breast pops out in all its glory. I stare down at her pink, puckered nipple like I’ve never seen one and make a strang led noise in my throat. “Geez, baby.”

She holds onto me so tight as I stare down at her chest.

“Can I have a taste, Ains?”

“Yes, please, hurry! ” she garbles back.

I dip my head with a chuckle and lean down to her tit, our bodies so close. She leans back a little and rests her hands behind her to watch me. I cup it as my mouth finds its way onto her sweet little bud, my lips puckering around it. If there’s one thing I love to do, it’s this. With her, I could do it all day long and not come up for air. And looking at her exposed breast jiggle from my mouth as we dry hump, makes me want to rut into her like a wild beast on this very table.

She calls out loudly as I caress and suck. My tongue can’t resist the urge to twirl as I squeeze her tit, pushing it further into my mouth. I kiss, lick, suckle, and pull with my teeth until she’s a withering mess. “COLE!” she cries in a desperate plea.

I know in her voice she’s close, and I’m about to make her go off like a firecracker without even getting her clothes off. I pull back the material on the other side, meaning I have to tuck the other tit away because it’s too tight to let both out without her taking the whole damned bodysuit off. There’s no time for that.

As soon as I touch her other nipple and give it the same attention, she bucks harder against me, and I know I’m hitting her in the right spot when she tells me. “I’m gonna — Oh, Cole, I’m gonna—” I latch on as she jerks against me, her breathing coming out in a wild gasp as she moans my name over and over again, along with “Oh, God!” And “That’s it, right there.” Plus other garbled sounds that have me seriously wanting to blow. Seeing her ride this out is beyond anything I ever expected. And I love the fact she’s getting more and more comfortable with me. Enough to let me give her an orgasm, at least.

When she comes down from her high, I reluctantly release her and glance down at her body. It’s sexy as fuck seeing her all trussed up against me, with one exposed tit and a pink, flushed face. Half of her ponytail has come out, which I was tempted to tug during this whole exchange, and she’s staring up at me in wonder.

“Oh. My. God,” she breathes.

I chuckle and make no attempt to help put her back together. I like looking at her like this.

“You can say that again. Beautiful, by the way.”

“Cole, I had no idea this was gonna happ—” I place a finger over her mouth and lean down to replace it with my lips.

“You’re sexy as fuck,” I tell her. “Best not wear that bodysuit in public anymore, honey, if you want me to be a good boy.”

She tugs on her lip with her teeth as she unfortunately tucks herself back in. “What if I want you to be a bad boy, after all?”

A grin dominates my face, and my balls tug at her words. “You sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart ?”

Her cell chimes from somewhere on the table, but she ignores it. “Yes,” she murmurs, reaching for my shirt as I look down at her. “I’m ready.”

Fudge is long gone, at least he knows some cues. I swallow and reach down to kiss her again, our lips locking and our coffee meeting all but forgotten.

“Sorry about your notes.” I motion to the papers scattered all over the floor and the crumpled mess around her.

“I’m sure Mayor Lockwood wouldn’t approv e,” she giggles, blinking up at me as her phone chimes again.

“You should answer it,” I say.

She shakes her head. “It can wait.”

I grin and lean back in, our kisses becoming more intense. Her warmth is like a fast spreading wildfire, and I’m all lit up inside and out. I’m patient, but this is testing my willpower.

“This was some coffee date,” I murmur, my hands cupping the back of her head.

Then, for the third time, her phone sounds again. “Ains, someone is really trying to get hold of you.” And I know it can’t be asshole Drake because she blocked the fucker.

“Alright,” she agrees. “But don’t go anywhere.”

I hold my hands up in surrender as I step back and help her slide off the table. She quickly straightens out and finds her feet, albeit a little wobbly, and then reaches for her cell. When she finally finds it, under page one of the minutes of meeting, I snicker at the irony of it.

My dick is rock hard, so bending isn’t the best thing I could do right now, but I need to do something for a moment to distract me.

“It’s Emma,” she whispers as she swipes her phone.

I nod and keep giving Fudge a ruffle under the chin.

“Hey, Em—” the long pause has me looking up. “Wait, what? She’s where?” Her eyes dart to me and all traces of lust and passion-filled kisses fade from her face. It’s replaced with pure panic. “IN HOSPITAL?” she gasps, one hand over her mouth.

I stand up quickly and walk toward her. Emma is a local nurse in town — is she talking about her mom, perhaps?

“Okay, I’m here with Cole… yes, alright. I’ll be there soon.” She quickly hangs up and holds her hands to her face. “It’s my mom,” she says after a long pause while she catches her bre ath. “She had a fall — Heavens, this is just like my mom. Climbing up ladders and doing dumb shit instead of hiring someone or asking me?—”

“Is she okay?” Hearing Ainsley’s mom is hurt and seeing the worry on her face immediately puts me on edge.

“Emma said she hit her head pretty hard, luckily the neighbor heard the commotion outside and ran around to help.”

“Jesus. And she’s at the hospital?”

“She’s having some tests. Emma said she’s okay, but has a possible concussion.”

“Let’s go,” I say, resting my hands on her shoulders. “I’ll drive you.”

She presses her lips together. “I’m so sorry, Cole. To end tonight like this?—”

I shake my head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. Let’s get to your mom, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Grab a sweater, it’s cold outside. We can leave a light on for Fudge. I’ll take him back to my place for the night and we can go in my truck.”

“Thank you,” she says, touching her hand softly to my forearm. “Are you sure you don’t mind driving me there?”

“Button it, Shorty . Of course I don’t mind.”

She nods and makes haste down the hall to grab a sweater and her scarf while I scoop up Fudge and we head over to my place. I realize she hasn’t been inside my house yet, but there’s no time for introductions or to show her around. I’m glad it’s not too messy, considering I haven’t had much time to clean this week.

I’m a simple kinda guy without too much fluff. “She’s gonna be okay,” I assure her as I grab a jacket and my truck keys and turn on some lights for Fudge. He snuggles into his fluf fy bed in the den as I turn the lights on for him.

“I hope so, Cole. I wish she’d have just asked for help.”

“The main thing is, she’s okay. Don’t be hard on yourself. I can help her with whatever it was she was trying to do with the ladder.”

Her face falls, and I can see how upset she is. “Thank you. I’m sure when I’m done yelling at her, she’ll really appreciate it.”

We climb in and I start the truck.

I reach and squeeze her knee before I back out of my driveway. I can feel the reserved part of her has returned and the walls seem to have gone back up, just a little. “Sit tight, baby girl, let’s get you to your mom.”