Part 10 (2/2)
”I'd call it thinking with your d.i.c.k.”
He nods but seems genuinely frustrated with himself. ”f.u.c.k!”
Even though I'm a little concerned about having unprotected s.e.x, I know I could have stopped him from doing it. ”We were both careless. I was caught in the moment too.” I stand and grab his arm so he turns to face me. ”I'm not angry with you, Cob.”
As the remains of his load begin to run down my leg he cups my cheeks and kisses me slowly. ”It won't happen again,” he promises.
This might be the first thing he's said where I completely believe him. ”Okay.”
”Here, this should help.” He takes a dry hand towel and sticks it between my legs. I laugh as I close them and manage to make it to the small table where I sit down. This is pretty uncomfortable, but at least he's being nice about it.
Cob brings a plate full of pancakes and bacon over to the table, before joining me. He points to the syrup and tray of b.u.t.ter he's already laid out, as well as two matching plates with pink flowers all over them. I hold mine up and laugh. ”I love your choice in china.”
He speaks with a feminine tone. ”I know. It took me like four weeks to decided on pink or purple, but I think the pink accentuates my eyes,” he says while holding up the plate to his face.
We laugh together as I nod. ”Yeah. They really pop.” He fills my plate with way too much food. While I get to work on b.u.t.tering them up, I tell him something to get a rise. ”My family is famous for making the best pancakes. I just want to warn you if they don't compare.”
He takes a bite before responding. I watch him close his eyes as if they're amazing. ”Don't doubt my skills. My mom taught me how to make these. Dad always joked she learned the recipe from an old boyfriend or some s.h.i.+t. I didn't care who taught her. She's a pretty c.r.a.ppy cook, but she always made these right.”
I take my first bite and feel like I'm at home. The vanilla stands out, as well as the sweetness. The ends of each pancake have a bit of a b.u.t.tery crisp to them. They're exactly like the ones I've grown up on. ”Didn't you say your family lived in North Carolina?”
”Yeah, a long time ago.”
”Maybe it's just the way people make them there.”
He chuckles. ”So you're saying I did good?”
I nod while chewing. ”I approve.”
He throws me a wink. ”Wait until I cook you dinner.”
”Are you inviting me to stay?”
”Do you have something else to do?”
”Well, I just got into town, and my family is expecting me to hang out with them.” When I see that he's sort of upset, I reiterate. ”Maybe I could come by later? I can drive myself.”
He nods. ”It's a deal. I'll make steaks.”
”What's for dessert?” I ask.
He points his fork right at me. ”You.”
Chapter 14.
Callie We shower together before I gather my things and he drives me home. What I think will be a quick effort to clean off the s.e.x, turns into a slow and sensual was.h.i.+ng. Cob runs the bar of soap over every part of my skin, taking his hands and cleaning between my legs while pleasuring me at the same time. When he's done he leans forward and kisses me there, over and over, drawing designs with his tongue over my c.l.i.t. He doesn't stop until I'm weak in the knees and cry out. When he's finished he ravels in his own achievements. After we're done, he provides me with a dry towel first before tending to himself. He's calm and gentle, appearing to be a completely different person than the man I met the first time.
The way he looks at me gives me chills. It's as if he's peering into my soul in order to know me deeply. With each pa.s.sing moment that we share I'm beginning to wonder if he was right. Maybe we were supposed to run into each other last night, and if so, what does that mean for me?
I'm going to see him again tonight. I'd be denying myself if I declined his offer. I'm getting more enjoyment from this man than I've received in as long as I can remember.
Unlike our first encounter where I left before things could get weirder, I'm reluctant to go. I never ask to borrow a phone charger, because frankly I'm too preoccupied. This came out of nowhere, and although I know he's not going to be around for long, I still like him enough to see him again. He's new and exciting. He's familiar and talented where he needs to be. I'm in awe of him, and for the first time in forever I can see this man changing the way I view myself and my life. He's not tied to my family. He's new and untouched. Even though he's been known to enjoy multiple women, I have to go into this with a little faith that I won't get burned.
We're halfway down the road when he reaches over and takes my hand. He laces his with mine and lifts it to his lips. ”What time do you think you'd want to eat dinner?”
I'm taken by surprise yet again by this gesture. He's charming me, and I want to believe it's real, but I'm the type of person who falls hopelessly in love way too fast. I need to continue reminding myself of that so I'm not burned again by another man. ”Whenever you want.”
”Is seven good?”
”We could do eight. That will give me time to visit with everyone. Do you want me to help you cook?”
”Nope. It's my pleasure. I invited you, remember?”
”Are you being kind to get into my pants again?”
He glances at me for a second with a huge grin on his face. ”It's quite possible, though I'm trying to impress you however I can. You're a hard one to crack. I'm not used to working so hard and I appreciate the challenge, but I'm also determined to prove to you that I'm not the guy you've been led to believe. People change. My job forces me to spend too much time alone. When I'm alone I think. When I think I see everything I'm missing out on,” he mentions while lifting my hand again to kiss. ”Like the touch of a beautiful woman, who I can't seem to get enough of. I mean it, Callie. It's nice spending time with you, even if we have a funny way of making it happen.”
”Yeah, me too. I hope you're the guy I want you to be. It's nice to sort of know someone here other than my family. I'd like us to be friends.” I point to an upcoming road. ”Turn right here.”
It's quiet in the vehicle.
I break the silence. ”Thank you for spending time with me, Cob. It was great. I enjoyed breakfast this morning. I don't think a man has ever made me breakfast before.”
”Wow. A breakfast virgin. I'll take it.”
I snicker and point for him to make a left. ”Turn there.”
”Where did you say your family lives?” He asks.
”It's a big ranch. Are you familiar with where we are?”
”Yeah.”
”It's the Mitch.e.l.l Family Ranch. I'm sure you've seen the huge gates and white fencing.”
He nods. ”Yep. I know exactly where it is. I thought you said your last name was Healy?”
”It is. My uncle runs the ranch.”
”Oh gotcha.”
We pull to the gate and I tell him the code so we can enter. When we turn into the circle driveway I slide closer to kiss him goodbye. He's short with his kiss, and as I pull away I feel like he's withdrawing. ”Something wrong?”
”Nothing at all.”
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