“Just a minute,” she whispered, then stretched over him in order to reach into the drawer of her nightstand.
Taking the opportunity to kiss her waist, her navel, and the underside of her breast, his thoughts of where to place his lips next were interrupted by the appearance of a foil square held in front of him. Cole shifted his gaze from the brand of condom to hazel eyes and a raised brow. In one fluid movement, he shifted her to the side, protected them both, then covered her body with his own. The way he kissed had not changed in the time they had been apart. He remembered where and how to touch her to elicit sighs of pleasure.
She and Cole had been each other’s first. For her, there had been only one other, a quiet young man who was in several of her college business classes. They ha
