Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

I didn’t give him a chance to explain. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed my body into his, and kissed him, holding nothing back. His lips responded with hungry kisses that tilted my world where it had never been. He tasted like the perfect combination of sweet and salty. I dipped my tongue into his mouth, eliciting a full moan from somewhere deep within his chest.

His hands slid along the curves of my hips until his fingers were tucked under the waist of my shorts. His palm pressed against my skin, gliding down until he had my bottom cupped in his hand.

“Ohhh.” I breathed into his ear as he squeezed me tightly against him. He took my mouth again and I melted into his hands.

We couldn’t stay in these wet clothes. We definitely should not stay in these wet clothes. My hands fumbled for the hem of his shirt.

Th

e shirt slid over his chest and he stood while I stripped the wet fabric over his head. I felt an ache in the center of my body. I had never seen anyone I had wanted so much. There had to be a way to tell him.

“Cole—” He silenced me with a slow kiss before his fingers wound along the edges of my tank top, and then peeled it off my chest. His mouth was hot and his tongue was in and out doing that thing that made me weak in the knees.

The hardness of his tool belt pressed into my bare stomach. I reached down to find a way to loosen it from his waist.

“Hold on. Let me do that.” His lips broke from mine, and he unclipped the belt and laid the tools on the floor. “Better?” he asked while hitching me up around his waist.

“God, yes.” I latched my ankles together to keep from sliding down his wet and slippery waist.

His hands moved up my back and held my head, forcing my mouth back to his. I couldn’t kiss him enough, even if we were in this shower all day. Something about watching the water trickling down his tanned skin heightened everything that was happening. Pressed against him like this, wet and half naked, I knew there was only one way to release the frenzy building under my skin. I didn’t want to think about how temporary my stay in South Padre was. Or that after this week, we’d have to deal with the complicated reality of Ryan.

I didn’t realize he had stepped out of the shower and walked across the room until I felt the coolness of the sheets against my back. He laid me across the bed and stared hungrily at me.

“You. Are. So. Damn. Sexy,” Cole growled between kisses.

I arched my back a little so he could flick the clasp on my bra. He slid the soaked straps down my arms and tossed it on the floor. As much as I loved kissing him, my body was aching to feel his mouth in other places. I guided his head over my chest and bowed upward for him to take my nipple in his mouth. I cried out as he bit down and simultaneously slid his hand between my legs. My body was writhing. His fingers strummed my clit.

“Let’s get these off.” His eyes were serious and seductive.

He hovered over me, creating enough space for me to shimmy out of the running shorts I had put on this morning. Yes, they were tight and short, and yes, I might have had Cole in mind when I slipped them on. He looked down at the silky fabric of my panties now visible with my shorts on the floor.

“Pink?” He cocked one eyebrow higher than the other.

I stifled a giggle.

“These are wet too, so they have to go.”

The way he looked at me made me shiver. But I wasn’t cold—far from it.

“Take them.” I didn’t recognize my breathy voice.

He pulled the silky fabric down my legs, stopping every few seconds to plant kisses along my thigh. He threw the pink underwear next to my bra. I was completely naked, still slightly damp from the faucet mishap, and Cole was taking in every inch of me.

Cole sat on his heels and unbuttoned his shorts. I sat up.

“Let me,” I whispered. He smiled and dropped his hands to the side so I could unfasten the button.

I let my hands trace the defined muscles wrapping his waist. He was ripped. Cole had closed his eyes and was waiting for my next move. I ran my nails along his chest until I saw his muscles tighten. Taking my time, my hands roamed the hardness of his torso, feeling the rise and fall of his chest under my touch. My palms massaged downward until I landed on the buttons on his shorts.

He didn’t rush me, but waited patiently while I pulled on the zipper and freed the top button.

“Kaitlyn, what are you doing to me?” Cole groaned as I took him in my hand. “Uh-uh, no. Stop.” I froze. Was he going to stop this? Please no.

Before I had a chance to figure out what was wrong, Cole grabbed me around the waist and pulled me on top of him. I moaned. My hips fused against his damp skin and began rocking toward him, desperately wanting him inside me.

Cole’s lips crushed into mine, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I moaned out his name. “Cole, please.”

“I know, baby. I know. Is this really what you want?” His eyes darted back and forth, scanning my face for confirmation, but all I could focus on was that he called me baby. It sounded sweet, sexy, and a little like I was the only girl he had held like this.