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I clenched my thighs in time with my lips and hands, and in seconds, I was so worked up I could feel the slickness of my arousal painting my upper thighs. It wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge.

Trying to brace myself with my knees and my grip on his cock, I picked up my free hand and shoved it between my thighs to find my clit. Which wasn’t hard to do. It was aching and standing at attention. I softly caressed it once, twice—

Then I was flying over Cole’s hips as he grabbed me under my arms and dragged me over his body and onto my back next to him. Suddenly I was blinking up at the ceiling with Cole hovering over me.

“What the—”

“Hottest fucking woman in the whole goddamn world,” he muttered, then he was kissing me. Tasting himself on my lips and tongue. Ignoring the wetness on my face.

I arched into his body and felt the distinct presence of his cock just shy of the spot I wanted. I wiggled my hips to try to align us when Cole broke the kiss.

“Jesus, baby. Do you have any idea how hot you feel? How much I just want to sink inside you? Feel that tight, wet, warmth gripping my dick. Fuck.” He rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily for a beat then pressed a quick kiss to my lips before kissing his way down my body.

The press of his cock was gone as he lingered at my breasts, teasing my nipples with both his fingers and his lips.

I groaned. “I thought we already established that I am ready—we don’t need any more foreplay. Grab a condom and get inside me already!”

“Yeah, that’s not how I do this. We’re all out of order. First, we concentrate on you, then I’ll getinside you alreadyand take care of both of us.” His lips covered my left nipple, and he did this licking/sucking thing that made my eyes cross.

“Cole!” I all but screamed. But he was already prepared. My eyes were closed, but I felt him petting me between my legs, nudging my sex with his dexterous fingers. They skimmed my lips, spreading the moisture already covering me.

“Damn, baby. You’re so soft and wet and—” He broke off in a groan as he ducked his head and kissed his way down my body until he settled between my thighs.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he cut me off. Then he ducked his head and nuzzled my sex, and I wasn’t capable of much thought after that. His bristle rasped against my skin. And his tongue was just as magical as his hands. He licked and flicked and used his fingers on me until I was hovering over the peak, wanting—straining—for my release.

Then his fingers pressed against the front wall of my sex, and I broke. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body. Shaking me. I clutched at the finger still inside me, gasping, shaking, moaning.

As my pleasure slowly faded away, I opened my eyes to find Cole staring at me with this wondrous expression on his face.

“You are fucking amazing,” I whispered.

He blinked once. Twice. But didn’t say anything.

I frowned. I kinda thought we’d be moving onto the next part. Where he finally, finally fucked me, but he wasn’t doing anything. He just stared back at me with that dreamy look on his face. Had he already come too? A quick look to the side dispelled that assumption; he was still hard as a rock, his huge cock bobbing with his pulse.

“Be right back!” he yelled as he jumped up and ran to the other side of the room.

What the fuck?

I stared in bewilderment. The box of condoms was still next to me. I ripped it open and held up a condom. “I have them right here.”

But Cole was standing next to his bed holding a notepad and scribbling furiously. He looked so intent and passionate. His lips moved in counterpoint to his pen. Then he stopped writing and tapped the pen against the pad. His eyes closed and he bobbed his head to some inner beat. And it went on for way longer than I would’ve thought.

My arousal cooled, but I was spellbound by the sight of Cole writing on the other side of the room. A song I inspired, maybe? He showed the same passion for his writing that I’d seen when I was between his legs. Actually, he was wearing the same expression when he dove between my thighs only moments ago.

Make that minutes ago.

Reaching up, I grabbed a throw and pillow off a nearby chair and settled in in front of the fire. I had a feeling this was going to take a while.

The last thing I remember thinking was this was what I’d been missing frommylife. I hadn’t been that passionate about anything in a long time. Maybe that was what Cole meant when he’d told me to take some time to figure out my life. Find what I was passionate about.

Chapter 5

The next morning I woke up all warm and toasty, cuddled into my comforter and so at peace. It’d been a while since I felt so…settled. Happy. Then I realized I didn’t recognize the room around me. The white wall didn’t look anything like my purple bedroom that I’d painted in high school. This room was cool and impersonal, like a professional had decorated it.

Then a hand slid over my hip and someone rocked against my ass, and I remembered. Delivering grocery store flowers to Cole Jackson. Having dinner with him. Dancing with him. Racing back to his bedroom to have sex. Falling asleep to the sight of him writing a song in the middle of our sexy times. Did we ever finish?

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