"Alex, you've got two options.One; take these pills," he says, staring at the tablets in his hand."And as a reward, we'll continue our date, and I'll share this delicious Boston cream pie with you.The second option is to refuse.But then you don't get one bite of it, and you can watch me eat the whole thing by myself."
I narrow my eyes."You wouldn't dare."
He places the tablets in my hand, and with the corners of his lips lifted, he grabs the Boston cream pie off the plate and takes a bite.I swallow as he closes his eyes and lets out an approving moan that triggers my core.In a flash, I throw the tablets in my mouth and wash them away with two sips of water.
"That's my girl."He scoots closer, grabs my chin between his fingers and brushes his lips over mine.
My tongue darts out to get a taste of the ultimate combination."You and the Boston Cream pie are mine.And only mine.All rights reserved."
Cole's face beams."You've got yourself a deal."
My gaze follows him as he rolls off the bed and walks to my side, offering me his hand.I get up and let him lead me to an free spot in the sand.My mouth drops at his next words and action.
"Before eating our dessert, I want to dance with you."
He pulls out his phone from his form fitting jeans, searches for something, and when he finds it, his face shows that sexy crooked grin I love.
"I’m not good with words, but this song captures what I’m thinking right now."
My heart hammers loudly as he places the phone on the white linen of the dinner table.He presses a button and stares at
me.The moment the tones and lyrics reach me—my vision is blurry.Dammit,don’tcry.I close the distance between our bodies when he opens his arms.He mumbles the words of the song with his delicious, deep timbre while gazing into my eyes.Our feet move—pressing into the cool white sand as we listen to the song "You’re Just Too Good To Be True”.
When it ends, I touch his cheek."You better get used to having me around, Walker.Because after this perfect date, you’re stuck with me."
He whisks me off the ground and lies me back on the four-poster bed."Now, it's time for our dessert."
It doesn't take us long before we're quarreling about who gets the last bite of the sweet treat.When I try to reach for it, I lean on my right hand and let out a yelp of pain.I fall back into the pillows and close my eyes until the pain subsides.When it does, I open them and chuckle when he holds up the fork with the last piece of the pie.
"You win."
I giggle and part my lips.A moan follows as the bite melts in my mouth."Hmm, so good."
After swallowing, Cole snakes one arm around me and leans back into his pillows also, gesturing for me to move closer.I place my head on his shoulder while letting my injured hand rest on his muscular naked chest.With a kiss on the top of my head, we listen to the noises coming from the outside world.A long yawn escapes, and I snuggle my body as close as possible to his.In the calmness of this moment, Cole's heartbeat is the steady drum that relaxes me, and with him caressing my back, I fall into a deep sleep.
"COME ON," I mutter, glancing at myself in the mirror.I pluck another tissue out of the box and scrub the black smudges from
underneath my eyes."Okay, now, focus.You can do it."I steady my elbow and bring my left hand to my right eye, applying mascara on my lashes and smiling when it goes on without a smear.I start on the second layer, but Cole surprises me by popping through the door.
"Hey, are you ready?"
With a loud growl, I glance at him through the mirror, and he chuckles as he stops behind me.
"Okay, sexy panda," he teases and plants a kiss on my cheek.
I yank a tissue out of the box and remove another stain from my face."It isn't funny.This cast is driving me nuts.It itches, and putting on lipstick or doing my hair takes forever."
"Baby.One more week, then the cast will be removed.Leave the makeup; you look stunning without it.We're only going to my mom's for dinner."
"Exactly," I state.
He takes the mascara, lays it on the vanity, and places his hands on my shoulders."Hey," he says, finding my eyes through the mirror, "I don't give a shit what my mom thinks of you.What's important is my opinion."
He lowers his head, and his lips curl as I tilt my head to make room for him.I whimper at the tickling sensation of his stubble brushing along my neck.His fingers press deeper into my hips.
"I find you exquisite."My toes curl, and my hand comes up to roam his hair as he bites and nibbles on the skin of my shoulder.
"Oh yuck, you two are at it again," Samantha groans as she enters the room.Cole stops and turns to Samantha, who wrinkles her nose.
