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My heart leaps into my throat, and I creep toward it. When I open it, there he is.

Cole, his eyes full of the same heat from earlier. His muscles tensed, his expression focused.

Clearly, he doesn’t want to pretend.

Chapter 19

Riley

For a few seconds, our gazes are locked. I’m lost in his dark blue eyes, which gleam in the dim light of the lamp in my room.

He unfreezes abruptly, almost roughly, grabbing the sides of my face. His lips are on mine, and with wild abandon, I cling to him, lean into him, let him walk me backward into the room. His hands are all over me, groping every curve of my body.

“Oh god,” I whimper into his mouth.

“I’m not a god,” he groans. “But you taste like a fucking angel.”

Cole shoves the door shut behind us, then spins me around, pressing me up against it. His grip is tight on my upper arms as he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. He devours my lips, then moves to my jawline, my neck, my shoulders.

He tugs my top off, and I lift my arms to facilitate him. His fingers find my nipples, and I gasp at the sudden rush of stimulation, my knees going weak. With the door at my back and Cole pressed against my front, I manage to stay upright.

He makes his way back to my mouth. Between kisses, he growls, “I’ve been fucking dying since that Ferris wheel.”

“Me, too—ah!” I let out a sharp gasp as his teeth pull at my lower lip.

“All day, I’ve been wanting to drag you into a bathroom,” he breathes. “See you come, over and over. Feel that pussy tighten on my cock.”

His lips are electric on my collarbone, his breath frantic against the side of my neck. I whimper and squirm against the door, arousal flooding my veins.

He pulls back suddenly, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilts my head up a little so that our gazes meet, and there’s something serious and intense burning in his eyes.

“I want you,” he says bluntly. “I’ve done my best to be good. But I’m not a fucking saint.”

I let out a breath. “Oh, thank god.”

He makes a feral sound at that, kissing me again.

He scoops me up into his arms, lifting me, and carries me over to the bed. My thigh is pressed against his crotch, and I can feel how hard he is, the way his cock pulses beneath his pants.

He throws me down on the mattress. As I bounce on the sheets, Cole tugs at my pajama bottoms. Each piece of clothing slides off one by one, deposited in a messy heap to the side of my bed.

Cole stops once I am fully naked and gazes at my body. I feel his eyes leave a blazing trail as they wander from my neck to my chest. His gaze drops further—down to my pussy. A familiar burning sensation rises in my cheeks.

He crawls up onto the bed with me, ending up between my legs. He grips my knees to spread them and looks up at me, making eye contact through the valley of my thighs.

“Wait,” I say suddenly, blushing. I don’t want to interrupt him, but my self-consciousness is too strong. The thought of my whole body on display like this is terrifying despite my desire, like the long drop of an amusement park ride.

Cole stops, lifting an eyebrow in surprise. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t have to do that,” I whisper, although just the thought of him between my legs makes me wetter than I have been in a long time. “Or we could at least turn off the light. Wouldn’t you prefer that?”

Maybe he can hear the nerves in my voice, because he smirks, shaking his head.

“Eating in the dark is for scared little boys,” he says with a chuckle. “I prefer to fully appreciate my meals. And I intend to savor every bit of you.”

My pulse picks up in response to his words, and I bite my lower lip as Cole lowers his face toward my pussy. He nestles his nose right above my clit and starts with a few broad licks.

Once he has a taste, he is voracious. He keeps me on my toes, switching between precise flicks of the tongue and broad strokes. Each time he swirls his tongue around my clit, my whole body clenches.

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