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Lifting her into my arms, I pushed her against the door, pressing against her firmly, needing her to feel how much I wanted her. She let out a little moan when I shifted, my needy cock brushing against her core. I waited to see if it was too much, but instead, Alex surprised me, linking her legs around my waist and bringing me closer.

“Thank you,” she whispered against my lips.

I pulled back enough to meet her eyes. “For what?”

“For trusting me.”

“I do,” I said quietly, taking in the desire swirling in her gaze. “More than you know.”

“Then we should go inside.”

TWENTY-NINE

Cole’s lips were on mine before I even had a chance to think about my words. Not that I would have taken them back—I knew I wanted him,neededhim even.

Hearing about his past made the last of my walls crumble. I was lost for this man, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to worry about the consequences or what the next day would bring. Despite what I claimed, I trusted Cole.

When I pushed the door open, he lifted me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest. My legs wrapped around his waist, letting him bring me up the stairs before he stopped at the top of the landing. “You sure about this?”

I pressed a softer kiss on his lips. “Bedroom is on the left.”

He set me back on the floor, waiting for me to let him into my room. As he walked inside after me, he slowly closed the door, taking in my space.

“Looking for a tour?” I asked, arching my brow.

All my humor died when he looked at me. Gone was the smirk I’d grown to love, replaced by a raw hunger in his eyes. I’d never felt so terrified and exhilarated at the sametime. He came closer, brushing the hair away from my face, his hand resting on my neck as he brought his forehead to mine. “Are you sure you want this, Alex?”

I looked up at him, matching his intensity with my own. “I want you, Cole.Justyou.” I reached up on my toes, kissing the apple of his cheeks. He exhaled slowly, twisting so his mouth could graze across my neck, the heat making my toes curl in my sneakers. “Only if you’re sure you want this too.”

He pulled back, his grip on my neck tightening. “Don’t ever question how much I want you, sweetheart. It’s all I think about.” He trailed his finger along my collarbone. “About the patch of freckles across your chest.” His lips started to follow the same path. “Your curves.” His hand grasped my ass. “What you’re hiding underneath those fucking little dresses.”

“Does that mean you like them?”

“Fuck yes,” he growled, bunching the fabric of my shirt. “I’ve gotten off so many times imagining lifting the hem and finding you soaking wet for me.”

“Nothing’s stopping you now,” I answered, my voice breathless, heavy with desire. I needed more. While these light caresses were driving me insane, my body ached for him to touch me for real, to release the tension that’d been brewing between us all night.

Without another word, he spun me around to face the bed, but he didn’t move toward it. Instead, his hands drifted down, slowly and torturously unbuttoning my jeans. He slid them down a little, brushing the front of my underwear, just enough for a shock to rock my core.

“You want me to touch you, Alex?” Cole whispered into my ear.

“Yes. Now.”

“So demanding,” he chuckled, brushing his teeth against my lobe. “Sweetheart, I’ve spent weeks dreaming about having you at my mercy. I’m going to take my time, learn all the ways to drive you insane. And when you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to make you scream my name so loud you’ll never forget it.”

Before I begged him to follow through, his fingers drifted down the front of my underwear while his other hand bracketed my throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to hold me steady against his chest. He dragged the lace of my panties to the side, letting out an appreciative moan when he found me already drenched for him. It started apprehensive, learning my body just as he promised, but when I let out a little gasp, he increased the pressure, turning my mind to mush.

It was too much and not enough at the same time. “Cole…” I whispered.

“You need more?”

I nodded, and his hand crept further down to press one of his long, thick fingers into my core. With his rough palm on my clit and his finger curling inside me, my knees buckled, but Cole wouldn’t let me fall. Instead, he continued to work my body, eliciting all sorts of moans and gasps.

As I started to see stars, he suddenly extricated his fingers, leaving me confused and frustrated; I already missed having a part of him inside me.

When I turned to protest, he gripped my hips, tossing me back onto the mattress. I sunk into the pillows, watching as he reached for my jeans, pulling them the rest of the way down my legs. As he sat back on his haunches, I lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it and my bra off to the side.

I waited for Cole to make a move, but instead, he continued to sit there as his eyes traced every inch of my body, taking it in under the subtle moonlight. Typically, I would have tried to cover myself up, hating for anyone to see my flaws. Under his watchful gaze, though, I felt none of that shame or apprehension. I felt like a goddess, ready for him to worship me the rest of the night.

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