15
Danny
Cole is amazing to look at on any given day, but I can’t quite put into words what seeing him in those jeans and sport coat does to me. All eyes are on him as we move together through the restaurant. I didn’t wear my beanie today—I didn’t even think to wear it. It would have messed up my hair that Melanie managed to style so perfectly. I hate to ruin her work of art and then have her yell at me for it later. I laugh inside at the thought of how easy it was to get Melanie all angry and flustered.
Vivian doesn’t understand why I am friends with Melanie. But tonight, when Melanie was helping me get all perfect for my date while making me feel better after the call from Patrick, was a reminder as to exactly why I remained her friend. Sure, she pissed me off sometimes, but she was a great friend when she needed to be. She was there on the drop of a hat when I needed her. No, she wasn’t Vivian, but she was the next best thing. Cole shuffles in his seat and it pulls me from my thoughts. His smiles always have me growing warm all over. I’m miss his hand on mine already.
Cole was the perfect gentlemen tonight. I always wondered if he was the car-door-opening kind of guy on a date. Tonight, I had my answer as soon as he parked. He told me to wait and rushed over to my side of the car to open my door. The thoughtfulness sent a sudden warmth through me. He reached for my hand and pulled me toward the restaurant. I don’t even remember walking inside because all I could focus on was the touch of his hand pressed against mine as he rubbed circles into my palm with his thumb, sending shivers down my spine.
Gosh, the things this guy does to me. It’s enough to weaken my knees, almost sending me straight to the floor.
Cole takes a sip of his wine, never taking his eyes off me. I don’t plan on drinking much tonight because I want to remember every moment of our first date. I don’t want to rush through dinner, and I could tell he doesn’t either. I’m enjoying his company way too much, and I know I would enjoy it a lot more if we weren’t in public. But I’m not sure if he’s ready to take our date that far yet. It’s way too soon for that, isn’t it? It’s just so hard to resist him when already knowing what it’s like to be with him. Tiny sparks shot through me every time his hands touched my skin that night at the party. It was definitely the kind of fireworks I needed to start my new year.
Cole leans further over the table. “Should we get dessert?”
I shake my head after noticing his heated eyes. I reach for the check, but he shoves my hand away like he did at brunch a week ago. “You got our food last time. Let me get it this time,” I argue.
He releases his grip on the check as he sighs, “All right, but I’m getting it next time then.”
My heart skips a beat at the thought of there being a next time. When we reach the apartment building, he walks me to my front door. We stand there just smiling at one another without saying anything. I shy away at his gaze, and my eyes move to my feet. He tilts my face up, placing his finger under my chin. My breath hitches as his face gets closer to mine. My heart is pounding against my chest when our lips touch, as if it is happening for the very first time.
In a way, it is. This is the first time Cole is kissing me as Danny and not the mysterious stranger from the New Year’s Eve party. This is the real me he’s kissing and not some person hiding behind a mask.
His lips move against mine, and when I feel his tongue flick against the roof of my mouth, my lips part wider for him. My tongue wraps around his, and he presses my body against my apartment door. His hands are digging into my hips, and without thinking I rock forward, pressing my body tightly against his, making his cock respond to mine. We pull our mouths away, gasping for air, and his hands remain on my hips.
His eyes remain on mine, full of lust and desire, desire that I caused. If I didn’t have the evidence standing right in front of me, I would have never believed I could have that kind of effect on someone. As much as I don’t want to open the door behind me to go inside, I know if I don’t do it right now, I’ll start kissing him again without being able to stop this time. I almost want to ask him to come in, but I know it’s too soon, even though it doesn’t feel like it is.
The grip of his hands loosens around my hips, and I sag my body against the door while reaching for my keys from my pocket to open it. “Well, I had a really nice time tonight, Cole. Thank you for taking me to dinner.”
His right hand lands on my cheek and he places a quick kiss to my lips. “You’re very welcome. Good night, Danny.”
He pulls away before going across the hall to his door; I just stand there like an idiot watching him as he fumbles with his keys before walking inside. He shoots me a wink before disappearing into his apartment. The door slamming shut snaps me out of the daze he has left me in, and I open the door to my own apartment before heading inside. My phone buzzes in my pocket and when I retrieve it, there on the screen is a text from Cole.
Cole:Miss you already. Can I see you again tomorrow? Or is that too soon?
Me:No, tomorrow is perfect.
Cole:Good, because I can’t wait to kiss you again.
Me:Well, feel free to do so whenever you want.
Five minutes go by, and he doesn’t say anything. I start to worry I said the wrong thing and scared him away. Maybe I came off too eager. Damn, why did I have to go and say that?
I pick my phone up and still no new message from Cole. Yeah, maybe he just fell asleep. A knock comes to my door, sending me sitting straight up in my chair. I sure hope that’s not Melanie right now. Can’t she wait until tomorrow for an update on how my first date with Cole went?
I pull open the door, expecting to see Melanie standing in front of me, but my eyes go wide to Cole standing there instead. He’s in sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. Man, does he look mouthwatering, but why is he here? My thoughts go back to the last message I sent him, telling him he can kiss me anytime he wanted.
He rubs his hands together, blowing warm air from his mouth into them. “I thought I would come by to give you one more kiss before I went to bed. You did mention I could kiss you whenever I wanted, and man, do I want.”
I chuckle. “Oh… umm… yeah… I did say that, didn’t I?”
Before I can say another word, his mouth is on mine while his fingers slide into my hair, drawing me closer to him. His hand warms the skin under my shirt just like earlier, and just like before, I don’t push him away even though I know I should. I won’t be able to pull away this time. No, every time I have a taste of this man, I crave more. He’s becoming an addiction that I never want to quit.
I run my hands under his shirt, feeling every ridge of muscles sculpted into his perfect stomach. Man, did I crave to have his naked body pressing against mine. One thing I didn’t get from that quick hookup at the party with him. The next time I knew I would take my time exploring every part of him. Based on this kiss, I know there will be a next time. He pulls his mouth from mine while removing his hands from under my shirt. He licks his lips. “I don’t know how I’m going to sleep after that, but that is definitely a great way to end a date.”
I smirk. “I know a way to make it better,” I say before slipping my hand in the front of his sweatpants, feeling the hardness of his erection beneath my hand.
I caused that. I did that to him.
