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And when she threads her fingers through my hair and lightly moans into my mouth, I know this night is only just getting started.

nineteen

Rory

Cole is kissing me.

I’m kissingCole Pierce.

The man I’ve wanted since I met him.

I was trying to stay strong, but then he took off his shirt, and I kind of lost any thread of sanity I had.

The intensity between us right now is more than I’ve ever felt with anyone else. He’s kissing me like I’m his lifeline. Like without me, he wouldn’t survive.

He’s kissing me like heneedsme.

Cole repositions us, leaning his back against the cushions. He pulls me onto his lap, and I straddle him. When he nips at my bottom lip, I open it, allowing his tongue entry as he swirls it with mine.

He’s adamngood kisser, just like I thought he would be. He knows what he’s doing. And the more I lose myself in this moment, the more depraved thoughts flood my head.

Is he just as good in bed?

Would his tongue feel just as good between my legs?

How good is he with his dick?

We’ve already crossed one line tonight; fuck if I’m holding myself back from crossing the one I’ve always wanted to cross.

I gently tug at Cole’s hair, and he groans, breaking our kiss and looking at me as we both catch our breath. “Fucking hell.”

“No kidding.”

He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, swollen and puffy from our kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that for so goddamn long, Rory. You have no fucking idea.”

“It can’t be that lo-”

He cuts me off. “Three and a half years. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you. You don’t know the thoughts I had in my head before I found out I couldn’t have you.”

“There’s no way it’s been that long,” I reply, voice wavering. Cole doesn’t lie, but he can’t mean that.

“Why do you always do that?” he groans, throwing his head back and looking up at the ceiling before turning back to me. “Why can’t you believe that I’d think that?”

“Because,” I say, turning away, “I’m not your type.”

Cole chuckles as he places his finger under my chin, turning my face to his again. “Baby, you are myonlytype. My type is Rory fucking Fisher.”

“Why?”

“Because you are sexy as hell, Starlight. You’re confident, you’re funny, you’re fucking everything I want.” He strokes his thumb over my cheek, and I can’t help but lean into his touch. “Can I show you something?” I nod, and he takes my hand in his. “We’ve already crossed one line tonight, so I’m not concerned about crossing another.” Cole takes my hand and settles it between us, letting it rest right on top of his erection.

“Oh,” I say, eyes going wide. He is hard as stone right now, just from kissing me.

“Do you feel what you fucking do to me, Rory? For almost four years, I’ve had to hide a fucking hard-on in my waistband every time I’m around you. I have wanted you for so long.”

I might not understand it, but I believe it. Nothing will boost your confidence more than finding out the man you want wants you the same way.

Without hesitation, I lean into him again, kissing him deeper, more desperately than before. Cole wraps his arms around my lower back and pulls me closer to him, pressing me right up against him.

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