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She plants her hands on her knees and throws what god gave her. Emory is incredibly…talented.
Emory twists about and faces me again, a huge grin on her face. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Destroying any measure of resolve I might have left.
“I love it, but it looks more like a strip club move than a dance move.”
“Strip club?”
She leaps onto my lap and grinds her hips.
“I’ll show you strip club.”
I can’t hold back any longer. My inner beast rages for release. My hands move up her flanks, cupping her breasts and feeling her heartbeat.
Then our lips meet, and everything is right with the world.
11
EMORY
Cole and I swirl in a molten sea of fiery embraces and kisses tinged with desperation. Is this really happening? It seems almost like a dream.
Cole’s hand on my lower back feels real enough. The power in his fingers is incredible. He could probably tear me limb from limb, literally. I feel safe in his arms, though. For better or for worse, I trust Cole with my body.
The big question is, can I trust him with my heart?
A tsunami tide of passion sweeps away any reservations I might have. Cole’s kisses grow harder. Deeper. I moan into his mouth as heat throbs through my body. His amazing touch sends my heart thumping like a tribal drumbeat.
Cole’s masculine scent fills my senses. The taste of his kiss, surreal in its potency. Every nerve in my body spins the dial to eleven.
I clutch at his thickly muscled, tattooed arm. He’s just so big, and powerful, like a racehorse. The last vestige of worry over Julian flies away under his electric touch.
“Emory…”
His tongue caresses my name like a poet. Cole’s hot breath spills over my neck, so exposed with my hair done up. Goosebumps rise all over my skin.
“I want you, Emory.”
Blood sears through my veins as my heart speeds up in tempo. I wrap my arms around him. His mouth drops to my neck, hot and warm. My fingers weave through his soft hair as I whisper in his ear.
“I want you, too.”
The admission almost frightens me. I’ve been afraid to be close to anyone, to even want to be close, for so long. Ever since Julian.
My words spur Cole on. He seizes me with animalistic passion. Cole pins me against the sofa. His big hand caresses my thigh, moving up the outside until he reaches the hem of my little black dress. Cole’s pinky slides under the fabric of the dress.
We’re passing beyond a steamy make out session. I feel a gentle throb through my body, starting between my legs and shivering up to my brain. I want to let him all the way inside.
Cole crushes his mouth against my own, stealing my breath away all over again. His hand pushes the hem of the skirt up, inch by inch. The newly exposed flesh of my leg shivers with anticipation. Cole’s fingers brush the elastic hem of my translucent silk panties.
Cole suddenly rears up, moving away from me. My body screams with disappointment when it no longer feels his heat and pressure. Before I can ask him what’s wrong, he takes off his shirt, losing a button in his primal state. The V at his neck widens, revealing the broad, toned chest beneath.
“Come back,” I say in something between a whisper and a whimper. Cole obliges, taking me in his arms again. My handcaresses the gorgeous landscape of his tattooed torso. It feels as good as it looks.
Cole kisses me again, so intense it makes my head spin. His tongue conquers my mouth. I lash my own against it, consumed by the moment.
His lips still locked on my own, Cole grabs the hem of my skirt and flips it up to my waist. His hand moves between my thighs. I gasp into his mouth, clutching at him like a swimmer in a storm-tossed sea.
Cole caresses my clit with firm but sensual strokes of his fingers. My panties are even more see-through now than they were before. I know he can tell how much I want him. There’s no denying the evidence he can feel with his own hand.
