Page 57 of Broken Silence
Why did I always have to win? This felt very much like a loss.
Oakley popped a chip in her mouth. “Mmm, so good.”
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “You have no idea how much. Don’t forget your tomato.”
“If you’re not careful, I’m going to throw it at you.”
And then, inevitably, she broached the event looming on the horizon. “So, you’re coming over at one tomorrow?”
“Yep, unless I can get off any earlier,” I reassured her.
Just as abruptly as she’d brought it up, she shut down the topic.
“How’s your lettuce?”
“Shit. Give me a chip.”
Taking pity on me, she dropped a handful on top of my salad. I wasn’t opposed to healthy shit really. I just thought it belonged on the side of something else… like a big juicy burger.
“So, you going to call me again to talk about getting naked?” I asked, leaning against my car, once we were outside the restaurant waiting for Jasper to pick her up.
A blush crept up her neck. “Shut up.”
Trying not to laugh, I placed my hands on the glass on either side of her body. Her eyelids fluttered as she looked up into my eyes.
“You don’t want me to shut up. I can tell by the way you’re looking at me. By the way you push your body flush with mine.”
Her lips parted as I held her closer. She gripped a fistful of my shirt, and I had to remind myself that we were in a public place.
“What if I don’t just want to talk about getting naked?” she whispered.
My heart hammered in my chest. Every single part of my body was screaming out for her.
I pressed my forehead to hers, both of us panting with the need to strip off and make each other come. “Then, let’s get out of here.”
Oakley grinned and ran her finger along my bottom lip.
Self-control, Cole. You’re not alone.
My eyes wandered down to her full lips. There was nothing I wanted more in the world than to kiss her. I was so fucking crazy about her it was unreal.
“Thing is, I’m not that easy,” she said, pushing my chest away from her with her hands, making me stumble back.
I closed my eyes, breathing through my nose. “That wasn’t nice. You need to make it up to me… and not with ice cream.”
“Bet I can guess what you want.”
I pulled her back into my arms, and she giggled. “Me. You. Bed. Whipped cream.”
She laughed again, feebly pretending to push me away, but her nails curled into my skin, holding me there. “Whipped cream would get sticky.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I said, running my hand down her back.
She traced her index finger along the collar of my shirt, and I shuddered at the sensation that ran through my entire body, igniting every nerve.
“Jasper’s here,” she said.
