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Rory

Cole is kissing me.

I’m kissing Cole 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 he needs me.

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 a damn good 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 my only type. 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.

Everything becomes more frantic now. Our hands roam all over each other, touching every bit of skin we can reach. When he palms my ass and squeezes, he pulls me directly over his dick.

And I fucking moan.

That unlocks Cole’s primal urge. His eyes are animalistic as they roam over me, wickedness seeping from every inch of him.

He flips us around, letting my back fall into the sofa cushions as he positions himself on top of me.

“How far is this going?” he asks, placing sloppy kisses down my neck. “How far do I get to take you?”

I sigh as he nips my earlobe, already fraught with need and yearning for him to touch me. “Let’s get it out of our systems, Cole. Just tonight, you can take this as far as we both want.”

“Get it out of our systems.” He says it in a disbelieving tone, like he doesn’t think it’s possible. It’ll be hard as hell for me, but this is the way it has to be. There’s too much at stake for him.

“Yes,” I reply, voice needy as his breath tickles my collarbone, now exposed after he pushed the top of my dress aside.

“Fine. One night. And I’m taking everything I want from you.”

“Please,” I plead, already coming off entirely too desperate for him.

His grin is wicked. “I like the sound of you begging.” He nips at my ear again, speaking as his lips brush against my skin, and his breath heats my entire body. “I’m going to like it even more when I can finally hear you scream for me.”

Cole quickly moves off me, falling to his knees on the floor before me. He places his hands on the inside of my thighs, but I keep them pressed together.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Going to bury my face between your legs,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to my knee. “Dying to taste that perfect cunt.”

His words send fire through me, and arousal pools between my legs.

“You don’t… have to,” I whisper. “I’ve never been able to come like that.”

Cole stops pressing another kiss to my knee, instead turning up to look at me, eyes devious.

“No one’s made you come like this?” He trails a finger up under my dress before splaying his hand over the top of my thigh and squeezing. “No one has buried their tongue in your pussy, licking you until you lose your mind all over their face?”

“No,” I admit softly. “Most men don’t try, and the ones that did never got me there.”

“Those were boys,” he says, pushing his other hand under my dress as he moves both of them between my thighs. “Boys don’t know what they’re doing. Men, though, know exactly how to make you come. They get off on getting you off.” His face is at my knees, ready to slide between my legs. “And I’m a fucking man , baby. Now, lean back, spread those legs, and let me show you how good this can be.”

I sit there for a moment, stunned at his insistence. He’s using this as a challenge, and I know I’m not leaving this couch until I’m completely satisfied.

My thighs are still clamped shut as he waits. “Rory, be a good girl for me. Open up.”

Fire licks up my spine, and I’m through holding back. “I’m not much of a good girl,” I tease, letting my legs fall open slightly.

“You will be for me. But for tonight…” Cole meets my eyes, his pupils blown. “Tonight, you can be my dirty little slut.”

Is this the same man I’ve been friends with for so long? I always assumed Cole had a dirty side, but this? Goddamn, this is something else.

And it is so fucking hot .

He takes his hands and pushes my legs wide open. My dress rides up, pooling around my hips as he lets out a breath. “Are you wet for me, Starlight? When I pull your panties down, am I going to find you soaked at the thought of me making you come on my tongue?”

“Yes,” I say, watching the delight in his eyes. “I’m always wet for you, Cole.”

He flashes me a cocky smile, hands slipping under the waistband of my panties as he pulls them down my legs.

I’m now entirely exposed, but Cole looks at me like he’s never seen anything hotter.

“Fucking look at you.” His throat bobs, and he licks his lips. “So fucking beautiful.” With his hands still on me, he kisses up my thigh, stopping right when he reaches the junction of my pelvis. “Grab my head, baby. You’re going to want something to hold onto.”

And he dives in.