Page 78 of Double Booked

She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved closer so their bare chests touched.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he breathed.

“I feel lucky too,” she said.

She expected him to kiss her then, but he didn’t.

“Everyone keeps asking me what happens next.”

“Everyone?”

“My dad, Ty, me.”

She smiled softly. “How do you answer?”

“I know what I want, but it doesn’t matter unless you want the same thing.”

Gazing deeply into his gorgeous hazel eyes, she found the courage to say it. “I want you too, Cole. Not just here in this place, but everywhere, all the time.”

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that.” His smile confirmed it.

“I’m not sure how it will work. All I know is that I want it to.”

“We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

So far, he’d kept every promise he’d made to her, and she trusted him.

“I love you, Eden. I know some people would say it’s too soon, and that we don’t know each other well enough, but I know what I feel.”

“I love you too.” She felt relieved to give voice to the feelings that had been building inside her these past few weeks.

Then he leaned in and captured her lips, kissing her softly and tenderly at first, and then with greater intensity. All of their laughing, talking, teasing, and touching had led to this. Here, in his arms, was right where she wanted to be. While they were kissing, the jets shut off, plunging them into silence, except for the whisper of wind through the trees.

He trailed his lips down to her neck, and she tipped her head back, giving him full access. Then he moved further down and captured her nipple in his mouth. He sucked it in deeply, sending a surge of heat straight to her core. Squeezing her thighs together, she held his head to her breast, threading her fingers through his soft strands. After a while, he switched to her other breast, giving it his full and equal attention.

While he was suckling her breast, she reached down and encircled his shaft. She stroked him gently at first, relishing the feel of soft skin over hard steel. His erection twitched in her hand and she tightened her grip.

Suddenly, he looked up from her breast, his lips damp, and eyes hooded. “Let’s go inside.”

“Yes.”

They disentangled themselves. He climbed out first and then helped her out. He picked up the discarded towel and draped it around her, and using his hands, he whisked the water off himself.

“Where’s your towel?” she asked.

“I didn’t have time to get one.”

She laughed as they hurried inside. “You can use a towel in my bathroom.”

No sooner had they entered her bedroom, then he pulled her into his arms again. “I don’t need a towel. I just need you.”

His eyes were ablaze with desire as he nudged the towel off her shoulders. In a quick move, he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their skin was warm and damp, and they stuck together in the most enticing way.

Smiling, they tumbled onto the bed, limbs entwined. If they were being graded for finesse, they would have failed spectacularly. They were all groping hands and wet kisses, urgency driving their every move. Soon, she was astride him, gazing down into his gorgeous eyes, his hands cupping her breasts.

She stroked his erection and grazed over the tip with her thumb. He groaned as she spread his wetness down his shaft. After repeating the move several times, she was just as worked up as he was, and she went up on her knees, positioning him at her entrance.

“Wait,” he said, his breathing ragged and chest heaving.