Love Unforgettable: Love in San Soloman - Book Three

by Wells, Denise

  I kiss her. Slowly, softly, thoroughly. Her body melts into mine.

  Stop the kiss, Cole.

  This is a semi-formal event.

  I stop the kiss with a groan. She opens her eyes slowly. “Hi,” she says.

  “Hi,” I return, smiling.

  Lexie steps back. I look to the table and see that all the ladies are crying, and my dad is smiling big. She moves in to hug Kat and Remi.

  Jesus. What a mess. You need to tell her the truth.

  I see my momma smiling big. Babs and Mavis dabbing at their tears. I look at her, squealing with Kat and Remi.

  What’s so wrong with being engaged to Lexie? It’s not like you haven’t thought about it before.

  It’s too soon. She’s not ready. Hell, you’re not ready.

  I’ll tell her.

  Later.

  Chapter 47

  Lexie

  I can’t believe this night is going the way that it is going.

  Ah! I’m engaged!

  Not if there’s no ring, you’re not.

  Shut up.

  The portable bars are back open, and the staff makes quick work of clearing out the tables and chairs. A band is setting up at the far end of the room. I’m excited to dance with Cole again. Someone hands me a glass of champagne, which I start to drink. Kat, Remi and I talk to Cole’s parents about life in Texas.

  Cole stands to my side, his hand perpetually at the small of my back, ready to steer me wherever I need to go, through life even. Babs and Mavis have gone to sit in the hotel bar, away from the noise of the dancing and the crowds. The band starts with their first song.

  OHMIGOD! I love this song!

  I turn to see Remi and Kat, their faces as excited as mine. We stand together and start to sing as the song starts.

  “Afternoon Delight” by Starland Vocal Band.

  We move it out to the dance floor and do our normal three-person grope and sway.

  “I don’t want this to ever change,” I tell them.

  “It won’t,” Kat says. “Wait, what?”

  “The three of us, knowing each other’s thoughts, liking the same things, supporting one another, having fun.”

  “Oh, shit, that’ll never change,” Remi says.

  “You say that, but you guys are all involved with the loves of your life, and apparently I’m engaged, and I just don’t want it to end. You’re my family. I love you.”

  “That never changes, no matter what,” Kat says. “We are each other’s persons, that’s a bond that can’t be broken.”

  “Promise?” I ask.

  “Promise,” Kat and Remi both say at the same time. Then, “Jinx.” And, “You owe me a Coke.” At least that part will never change.

  * * *

  I dance with Cole most of the night to all the slow songs, and even once with his dad. Most of the time listening to Kat and Remi dancing next to us arguing over who is going to lead. We all dance together to the faster songs, well mostly me, Kat, Remi, and Savvy since neither Cole nor his dad like anything fast that isn’t a two-step. Savvy argued that much of the faster songs could be two-stepped to, but both men just held up their whiskey glasses in response.

  Looking at the two of them together gives me a glimpse into future Cole. And he’s hot. Kat leans into me while dancing, “If I weren’t engaged, and Poppa Mason wasn’t married, I would totally do him. All night long.”

  “Oh, dear lord, ditto,” Remi fans her face as she says it. “Not that Momma Mason isn’t fucking gorgeous. Jesus. Who do you have to blow to age that well?”

  “Poppa Mason,” Savvy interjects.

  Remi’s face turns bright red. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”

  “Remi, honey, you do not worry about a thing. You think I’ve been married to a man that handsome for forty plus years without hearing things like that?”

  “No, but—” Remi starts.

  “Water under the bridge, child. I know what I got. I know what I need to do to keep it, if you know what I mean.” Savvy winks. Which makes us all laugh. “But, more importantly,” she continues, “so does he.”

  The band leader announces last call for the event, which means it’s eleven o’clock at night. I didn’t realize it was that late. I look around for Cole and see him over by the bar with his dad.

  I watch him talking, drinking, laughing. He takes my breath away.

  As though he feels me watching him, he looks up and catches my eye. He mouths the word, “Hi.” I smile and mouth it back. Cole sets his drink on the bar, says something to his dad, and walks toward me.

  “Ladies,” I say to Kat and Remi. “I will see you in the morning.”

  “Go get ‘em, tiger,” Kat says.

  “Have a few for me,” Remi says.

  “A few?” I laugh.

  Remi nods to Cole with her head. “Of that I have no doubt.”

  “Sweetness,” Cole says when he reaches us. “Time to call it a night? May I escort you to our room?” He holds out his hand. I take his in mine. “Yes and of course.” I smile. He keeps my hand clutched in his and leads me to the elevators. We take the special penthouse elevator that doesn’t stop anywhere in between and requires a pass. We are the only ones in the car.

  He backs me up against the wall, takes my hands and holds them above my head, and leans into me. I like the feeling of his weight against me. He nuzzles my neck with his nose, and inhales deeply, sending shivers down my spine.

  “My God, the things I want to do to you.” His baritone voice is deep and raspy.

  “I can’t wait,” I whisper. He rubs his cheek against mine, then turns slightly so our lips meet, his kiss quickly turns demanding. He runs his free hand up my thigh, pushing my dress up slightly as he goes. “Your skin is so soft,” he says against my lips. His hand runs around to the back of my leg and up to cup my bare bottom, thanks to my thong, causing me to inhale sharply.

  “Oh, Cole,” I moan.

  The elevator dings. We’ve reached the top floor. The doors slide open and I suppress my disappointment as Cole steps away from me, releasing my hands. He takes my right hand again and leads me to our room. Kat and Remi already brought all my things up here for us, so there’s nothing for me to do but enjoy my night with my fiancé.

  Gah!

  He opens the door to the room. I knew it would be nice, but I didn’t expect this. Straight ahead is a huge wall of windows, giving us a view of the entire city. There’s a sitting area with big cushy furniture and a bar cart, bottle of champagne already chilling, off to the right is a sun room with a small terrace that I’ll bet is spectacular in the morning. Off to the left are double doors that I’m assuming lead into the bedroom. I walk forward and lean against the window; the glass is cool on my heated skin.

  “This view is incredible,” I say. Cole comes up behind me.

  “It is,” he says. I can tell from his reflection that he’s looking at me and not the skyline which makes me giggle. “Champagne?” he asks.

  “Yes, please.”

  He moves over to the bar cart and takes it out of the ice with the towel.

  “You know, the cork isn’t supposed to make that loud popping sound when you open it.”

  “How can you make it not pop?” he asks. “It’s under pressure.”

  “True professionals can open in such a way to dull the sound considerably. There’s still a small pop, but it’s muted.”

  “Are you saying I should let you open the champagne?”

  “No, I’m just saying if you want to impress me, mute the sound.” I grin.

  “Prepare to be underwhelmed, sweetness.”

  I laugh. He opens the champagne with a large pop, making me laugh harder. Then he pours us each a glass. “Join me on the sofa?” he asks. He takes off his jacket, then his tie and cufflinks, rolls up the sleeves to his shirt and unbuttons the top few buttons.

  He dims the lights, and we sit on the couch, drinking champagne and looking out at the city lights. He has his arm around me and I’v
e got my head rested on his shoulder. I kick off my shoes and curl my legs up underneath me. The leather of the couch feels cool.

  “Did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?” he asks.

  “You did and thank you.”

  “Can I tell you something without you getting upset?”

  “You know that nobody likes conversations that start like that, right?” I ask sitting up.

  “I know.”

  “Oh wow, this is serious. Okay.” Now I’m nervous, but we are here in this room and he’s been attentive all night. And, oh yeah, we’re engaged. This can’t be that bad. I relax on the outside but brace myself on the inside. Just in case.

  “I did not intend to propose to you tonight,” he sighs.

  “Oh.”

  How do I take that?

  That’s good, right?

  Because I thought he was insane for doing it in the first place. And I had to talk myself into saying yes.

  But, why wouldn’t he propose? He told me I’m his lightning bolt. What’s wrong with me that he doesn’t want to marry me?

  I guess I’ll find out.

  “Why?” I ask.

  Chapter 48

  Cole

  I run my palm over my face, then set my champagne on the coffee table; take hers and do the same. Then I turn to hold both of her hands in mine, forcing her to face me.

  “Simply put? It’s too soon.”

  “Okay,” she says drawing the word out slightly.

  “For you.”

  “For me?” she asks, sounding surprised.

  “It’s too soon for you, sweetness. Two weeks ago, you didn’t know I existed and thought Trevor was the love of your life.”

  “But he’s not,” she says.

  “I know. I’m not saying he is. What I am saying is that I think you need a little time to adjust to life without him being your main romantic focus.”

  “I already get that now. Because he’s married. To someone else.” Her voice is rising slightly and sounding a little shrill.

  “Okay. Okay. I don’t want to upset you,” I say.

  “Then you should stop talking,” she says, grabbing her champagne glass and swallowing it all in one big drink. “I can’t believe you are un-proposing. Things like this only happen to me, I swear. Nothing lasts. I knew that already.” She grabs the champagne bottle and pours herself another glass and drinks it just as quickly.

  “Hey,” I say. She doesn’t look at me. I take her glass away from her again, then place my hands on either side of her face. I wait until she meets my eyes, then I kiss her. A soft kiss at first, as she likes those, but like every other time, it’s not enough for me. I need more. I push my tongue into her mouth and pour everything I’m feeling into this kiss. The passion, the longing, the love. I give it all to her, not stopping until I feel lightheaded and out of breath. Only then do I pull my lips from hers. Both of our chests heaving, her face reddened from my beard scruff.

  “Does that feel like an un-proposal to you?” I rasp.

  “No,” she breathes.

  “Good. Because it’s far from it, sweetness.”

  “Okay,” she sighs. “Why did we stop?”

  “Oh, we’re just getting started.” I take the clips from her hair, then run my fingers through it, loosening it slightly so that it falls around her shoulders. She reaches forward and unbuttons my shirt the rest of the way, pulling it out from under my waistband. She runs her fingers up my bare chest, sliding the tips through the hair on my chest, and back down again. My abs contract at her touch.

  I slide my shirt off all the way, and watch as she takes me in. Lexie runs her hands up over my shoulders and down my arms. I let her explore.

  Until it’s my turn.

  I push her back against the cushions and move to kneel in front of her, pushing her dress up her thighs. She parts her legs for me, I’m not even sure she realizes she’s doing it. I start with kisses on the insides of her knees, she gasps in response. I move my way up her left thigh, stopping only when I reach her center. Then rub my nose against the satin of her panties, and breath in.

  “You smell so good,” I groan. I lick at the edges of her thong, slipping my tongue underneath, getting a hint of what I’ll be feasting on soon. Her legs fall completely open, her dress slides up around her waist, and her hands come around my head to hold it in place.

  “Please, Cole,” she begs.

  I flatten my tongue against her and push as I lick; her panties wet, her body writhing, her hands pulling me in. I raise her legs and put them over my shoulders, push her panties to the side, and plunge my tongue inside her.

  “Mmmmm,” I moan, fucking her with my mouth, sucking her clit, fluttering my tongue against it, then licking with long sure strokes, and back again. Finding what she enjoys most. I focus in on her clit and slide a finger inside her, crooking it slightly to hit her g-spot. I want her coming both ways at once.

  “Ohmigod, Cole,” she cries. I slide another finger in, crooking both. She’s so tight, so wet, feels so good. Her muscles clamping down around my fingers, her cries getting louder, I raise my eyes to watch her as she comes, licking and sucking everywhere at once to make sure to prolong her pleasure. Her thighs clamp around my head, her hands pulling me closer, screaming my name as her taste floods my mouth. It’s so good. I don’t want it to end.

  I want this every day. To spend time between her legs, giving her pleasure, feeling her thighs tighten, her muscles spasm, hearing her cries, tasting her release.

  I slow my tongue as she comes keep licking until she pulls my head away and lowers her legs.

  “No more, oh God. I need a sec. That was so intense. Holy shit.”

  I run my hand over my mouth and look at her. Slouched on the couch, hair sticking up everywhere, eye makeup running under her eyes, dress pooled around her waist, legs still open.

  “You’re so beautiful.” I reach my hand out to caress her cheek. She leans into my palm, then grabs it to pull me toward her, turning so she’s prone on the couch and I’m on top of her. Her legs wrap around my waist, her hands lead my head to hers, she runs her tongue over my lips. “Mmm, I like the taste,” she says.

  “Of you?” I ask.

  She nods.

  “That’s good,” I say. “Since it will be on my lips a lot.”

  She laughs, then kisses me. I sit up, pulling her with me, not stopping the kiss. Then scoop her up in my arms and carry her into the bedroom. All the while continuing to kiss her, but still letting her take the lead with her hands on either side of my face. I set her on the floor before me, the backs of her legs against the bed. Then I reach down to grab the hem of her dress and pull it up over her head.

  She stands before me in only a thong. I reach out to cup her breasts, then run my hands down her sides to her hips and around to cup her bottom.

  “You short circuit my brain, sweetness.”

  She grabs either side of her underwear and shimmies them down her legs slowly to the floor, then steps out of them toward me. Her hands go to my waistband, unfastening my pants and slowly pulling down the zipper. I’m so hard, the tip of my dick is peeking out the top of my boxer briefs. She pushes my pants down my legs, moving with them, until she’s face level with my crotch. She leans forward and runs her cheek against my cock. Starting at her cheekbone, then circling around to the front, her tongue slipping out to lick the tip, then back up the other side of the cheek.

  “There’ll be time for that later,” I say as I grab her under the arms, pick her up, and throw her back on the bed. She squeals as she goes. I quickly remove the rest of my clothing and join her on the bed.

  Chapter 49

  Lexie

  Cole hovers over me, nudging my hair to the side and running his tongue along the side of my neck, biting lightly. I run my fingers through his hair as I pull his lips back to mine. He settles his weight down, rubbing his hard cock against my center. His tongue searches out mine, his mouth so deliciously warm and wet, and a groan that I fee
l between my legs. He sounds so raw and primal. I’m ready for him, aching for him.

  “Oh God, Cole, I need you inside of me, now,” I cry. My body is trembling with desire for him. I’m impatient, on edge, like I’m on the precipice and all I need is a little push.

  “I’m savoring you, sweetness,” he says.

  “Now?” I whine, trying to wriggle myself under him so I can get his cock inside of me. “Savor later.” I reach down and grab him. He’s so thick. Mmmm, hot and hard. I run my hand from end to end.

  Oh!

  And long.

  This is never going to work.

  I’ll be split in two.

  He continues to rub against me. Oh, that’s nice.

  Okay, I don’t care. Split me, break me, I want it now.

  “God, Lexie, you feel so good. So fucking wet.”

  He moans again and rubs his cock against my clit.

  “Oh God!” I cry. “Don’t stop.”

  He stops. Then kisses me, again and again. Until my head is spinning and I’m certain I will never be able to catch my breath. He tastes amazing, like whiskey and tobacco, all male. It makes me dizzy.

  “Please,” I moan against his lips as his rough hands run over my skin. It feels so good, he feels so good. I’m going to die. This will kill me.

  He runs his nose along mine softly, breathing heavy against my face. My body trembles with need.

  “You wreck me, sweetness. I want to make this last forever and I want to end this torture immediately.” He kisses his way down my body and wedges his broad shoulders between my thighs.

  “I can’t again,” I say weakly.

  “You can,” he says as he runs one rough hand down from my breast, to my navel, and then between my legs. He parts me with his fingers and slowly rubs my clit. His rough fingers feel delicious against my soft skin. I flex my hips against him, a nonverbal invitation to give me more. His fingers move up and down sliding through my wetness. He pushes two fingers into me, and I arch into his hand.