Operation Date Escape

every contour. His body was hot and hard, his skin so surprisingly smooth beneath her questing fingertips as they moved down his lean hips to his soap up muscular thighs. She made slow, sudsy circles around the base of his straining erection.
    Cole ’s head dropped back against the shower wall, his eyes squeezing shut as if in pain. But she knew better. He wanted her. Wanted this.
    “Turn around ,” she demanded.
    He opened his eyes, peering at her through the water’s spray as it fell between them. “What?”
    “I need to wash your back.”
    He flashed her that sexy grin that never failed to make her pulse race and turned to face the wall. “I like this side of you.”
    “ I like this side of you,” she said, running her soap-slicked hands over his muscular backside. “But I think I like this side even better. She slid her hands up and around his waist to close around his wet shaft, stroking it slowly.
    “Kelsie...” he muttered through clenched teeth. “ You have to stop.”
    “I can’t ,” she said with a smile, stroking faster. “You’re still pretty dirty.”
    “I’ll show you how dirty I am.”
    “Cole,” she squealed as he spun around to face her. The bar of soap slipped from her hand to the tile floor below. Not bothering to pick it up, he backed her up against the warm, wet wall.
    “You drive me wild,” he said hoarsely. The savage hunger she saw in his eyes backed up his statement. His mouth came down hard over hers, claiming her.
    She groaned into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wasn’t the only one feeling wild.
    Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her, parting her trembling thighs to move between them as the steamy water rained down on them.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist, her cry of pleasure lost in his kiss as he pushed into her. His mouth left hers to tease the sensitive flesh of her neck while his hands slid up over her ribs to cup her breasts, kneading them.
    “Cole,” she whimpered, arching upward.
    His mouth moved over a turgid nipple, drawing it into his mouth as he deepened his thrusts.
    Her fingers tunneled through his wet hair, clenching the short damp strands as he pushed into her eager flesh again and again. She was so close.
    Unable to cling to the edge of sanity any longer, Kelsie cried out, her body quaking wildly.
    Two more urgent thrusts and he pulled out with a hoarse cry, joining her in release.
    * * *
    Kelsie snuggled contentedly in Cole’s arms. They were both completely sated from their lovemaking. She would never have believed that it could get any better after th at first time he’d made love to her, but it had.
    Though they had gotten carried away and had forgotten all about using protection, Cole had remembered in time to pull out just in time. Yet, as she lay looking at him, she found herself wondering what a child of his might look like. Would it have his same dark hair and dark eyes? That lone, sexy dimple, she thought with a soft smile as she reached up to touch his cheek tenderly.
    He stirred.
    “Cole,” she whispered.
    “Hmm?”
    “Thank you for inviting me to your party.”
    He opened his eyes and smiled back. “Anytime.”
    “I’m going to hold you to that.” She yawned tiredly and snuggled deeper into his embrace.
    He pressed a kiss to her brow. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
    Having a bucket of ice water thrown on her couldn’t have shocked her more. Love? Cole thought he was falling in love with her?
    That wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to have hot, steamy, non-committal sex, no strings attached. Love was a very big string.
    Not knowing what else to do, she feigned sleep.
    “Get some rest, doll,” he whispered and soon fell into silence beside her.
    His even breathing and the weight of Cole ’s body pressed against hers told Kelsie he had drifted off to sleep. She needed to think, something she couldn’t do lying there in his arms. At least, not clearly.
    The urge to run had never been greater, not even when she’d walked in on her snake of an ex with the office cleaning bimbo. Maybe it was because she’d never felt the heart-rending passion for Kyle that she did when she was with Cole.
    She eased out of his arms and slipped from the bed without waking him. She reached for her discarded pink panties and then turned to look at him through a haze of unshed tears.
    “I don’t want you to love me,” she whispered and then turned to hurry from the room before she