She lifted her gaze, and her eyes looked watery.
“If you don’t like it, you can tell me.”
Suddenly, a tear dripped out of her right eye and trailed down her cheek. He stared at her, unsure of what it meant. A few more tears spilled out before she spoke.
“This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a long time. Thank you.”
He was rendered speechless. Then she set the shirt aside and moved closer to him. She leaned in and brushed her lips over his, softly, tentatively. He closed his eyes and surrendered to her kiss.
Seventeen
Eden climbed onto his lap, deepening the kiss. It was like something had unleashed in her, and she hardly recognized herself. Cole seemed shocked at first, but then he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her firmly in place. She wove her hands around his neck and into the back of his hair. It was surprisingly soft for all the swirls and dips.
Slowly, he moved his hands to rest underneath the back of her sweater, his fingertips lightly pressing into her skin. Their bodies were molded together from chests to hips, and they fit just right.
A flashback of him in his underwear, his erection clearly outlined, sprang to mind. She moaned against his lips. His hands moved higher until they alighted on the closure of her bra. Please unhook it. She wriggled against his hips, and there was a loud click as he popped open the clasp. Her nipples pebbled in joyful anticipation as he trailed his hands around to the front, grazing the undersides of her breasts.
Her body craved more, and she must have said, “More,” aloud.
“Are you sure?” he said, sounding short of breath.
“I’m sure.”
They resumed kissing as his hands closed over her breasts. He gently squeezed them and plucked her taut nipples. Her nipples weren’t the only hard things. His erection was nestled between her thighs, pressing against her in the most enticing way.
It’d been a long time since she’d made out on a couch. Patrick had always whisked her off to the bedroom, claiming it was more comfortable there. To her, the place didn’t matter if both parties were enjoying themselves.
Cole broke their kiss, only to bury his head in her neck and nibble on her sensitive skin. “You feel so good,” he whispered.
Goosebumps broke out on her arms and she wriggled against him some more. “So do you.”
He groaned, in a good way, and resumed kissing her neck. Soon, he pulled back again. “I want to see you.” He tugged on her nipples so she understood exactly what he meant.
“Okay.” Her voice was weak, the blood rushing to other parts of her body.
He sat back and slowly lifted her sweater and bra at the same time. Her breasts eagerly sprang forth to greet him. He sucked in a breath as he gazed at them with longing.
“Put your mouth on me.” She wasn’t usually this vocal during intimacy, but with him, it felt natural.
Leaning in, he closed his mouth over her right nipple. He sucked it in deeply and then rolled his tongue around it, like it was the most delicious candy. Eventually, he moved on to her left breast, sucking, nibbling, and tasting to his heart’s content and her delight.
Suddenly, she wanted to touch him, too. She reached out and tugged up on his T-shirt. Sliding her hands underneath it, she rubbed them over his warm, solid chest. “I want to see you too,” she said.
He released her nipple from his mouth and sat back, his lips damp and swollen. She moved back and watched him remove his shirt and toss it aside.
His body was strong and lean, with defined muscles that weren’t too bulky. He’d earned his trim physique from hiking and being outdoors, instead of lifting weights inside a gym.
She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and down the middle of his chest while he watched her intently. She paused when she reached the waistband of his jeans.
“Eden.”
It was only her name, but she loved the way he said it. “Hmm?”
“Are we really doing this?” He glanced down at his erection straining against his jeans.
She followed his gaze and swallowed hard.
In the meantime, he continued talking. “We can stop right now, and I’ll still be happy I got to touch you.”