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“Nope,” he chuckled, leaning back on the couch and stretching his arms out over the cushions. “I’ve been dreaming of seeing you like this formonths,Alex. I’m going to savor every single moment of tonight.”

It had been a long time since I was intimate with anyone, but I couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. Cole’s darkened tone made me realize how mild my past sexual encounters had been. My clothes were still on, and Cole had already ruined me.

I toyed with the hem of my t-shirt, dragging it up slowly. Cole’s eyes blazed with desire as I pulled the shirt over my head, dropping the cotton fabric to the floor. Standing there in my leggings and my pale pink lace bra, I’d never felt sexier. After unclipping the hooks, I let my bra fall slowly down my arms, landing next to my discarded shirt.

“Fuck,” Cole hissed, shifting in his seat. Seeing him struggling to keep his hands to himself spurred me on, loving that I could get such a reaction from five feet away.

My hands slid down my stomach, teasing the edge of my pants. My thumbs hooked the fabric, pushing it down my legs before I carefully stepped out of them. Cole’s eyes tracked every one of my movements, his breath hitching as I stood there, bare and vulnerable.

Then, his gaze fixed on something, and his face fell. I realized my mistake too late. “Cole, I…”

He was already off the couch when I pulled my pantsand underwear back up, covering the nasty bruise, not wanting him to see the evidence Nate left behind.

Cole placed his hands on top of mine, stopping my movements. I glanced up at him, and I could see everything in his gaze: his rage, his worry, his love. It was so palpable, I could almost taste it. Without a word, I removed my hands, letting him lower my leggings back to my ankles. He sank to his knees, running his thumb over the deep purple flesh.

I expected his rage and a slew of curses, but he shocked me by pressing a tender kiss to my leg, continuing until he had covered every bruised inch.

“Never again,” he promised as his lips lightly grazed my skin. “That fucker willneverhurt you again.”

He lifted his hands, teasing the band of my underwear, looking up at me for permission. When I nodded, he continued, pulling them down until they joined the rest of my clothes in a pile on the floor.

Cole stood and placed his palm on my stomach, pressing me back until the cold window collided softly with my skin. I chewed on my lower lip. “Someone will see us.”

“No, they won’t,” Cole said, lowering to his knees and lifting my leg to his shoulder. “The windows are tinted. I would never risk anyone else seeing you like this.”

My fingers brushed through his chestnut waves as he kissed a path down my stomach. “And why is that?”

“Because I don’t share well,” he admitted, his fingers drifting higher to lightly tease my slit. “And I want you, Alex. All of you. For myself.”

“You have me,” I whispered, my voice losing more of its strength as he got closer to where I wanted him. “All of me.”

“Not yet,” Cole answered. “After tonight, this—this thing between us is real.Weare real. No more hiding.”

He paused, and I could tell he was waiting for my answer. If this was anyone else, the fear and dread would be overwhelming. I’d berunning out of the room, terrified that giving my heart to someone else would lead to me losing myself again.

However, with Cole, there was nothing to fear. We’d fought and argued, but we still managed to find our way to each other. There were no more doubts, no more questions about what I wanted.

All I wanted was Cole.

“This is real. I don’t want to hide this- hide you anymore.”

With those simple words, he jerked my hips forward, letting his tongue lick through my folds.Jesus fucking Christ. One touch, and my head was already swimming. Cole continued his ministrations, alternating between slow brushes and suction of his lips. Based on his groans, this experience was as pleasurable for him as it was for me.

Because holy fuck, I couldn’t even feel my body anymore. My hands alternated between slamming the glass behind me and holding onto his hair for dear life. His tongue made me feral, resorting to only my baser instincts. I needed him, needed all of this, the rest of the world be damned.

I almost hoped the people below could see me being ravished by this strong, caring, incredible man. I wanted the world to know we belonged to each other.

“Shit, Cole,” I cried out, almost unable to stand with the power of the orgasm building inside me. My legs shook wildly, enough so that Cole propped me up on his shoulders before continuing his task. Now, in addition to his tongue, his fingers found my slick entrance, one entering me before he quickly added another. The sensation was too much.

With one last thrust and flick of his tongue against my clit, I crashed over the edge, clutching his hair to the point of pain. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know what I was saying, much less what was happening to me. All I could think about was Cole and his magical tongue.

As the last of the aftershocks faded away, Cole lowered my trembling legs to the ground as he kissed along my thighs and stomach, staying in the moment with me until my eyesfinally opened.

I giggled. “If I had known it could be like that, we would have started fooling around a lot sooner.”

Cole stood, pulling me into his arms. “Good to know, sweetheart.” He lifted me into the air, and my legs wrapped around his waist, able to still feel his desire through his suit fabric. “Guess that means we have some time to make up for tonight.”

THIRTY-NINE

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