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pulled her hair.
    From the way she’s curving into me, I know she’s thinking about it too. I want to ask her if she’s wet, and if she remembered my promise to take her at the first opportunity.
    Instead, I nip at her lower lip, then suck on it gently to sooth the sting—and then I pull back.
    “Hey, keep doing that,” she breathes, and fuck, but I want to.
    “Still got stuff to talk about, beautiful. Gotta air it all out, get it out of your head.”
    “I didn’t think…when I saw you and Penny. I didn’t get all jealous.” She pauses. “Okay, just a tiny bit. But I knew you wouldn’t.”
    “I wouldn’t.” It needs to be repeated.
    She hesitates, then asks, “Are you still close?”
    “We’ve never been close.”
    “But you dated, for real. Had sex.”
    “Dating was mutually beneficial. I could trust her. Sex was functional. Fun, even.” She scowls at me, but I’ve got a point to make. “I’m not going to lie. The occasional thirty minutes of banging or watching each other bang other people was a half-way decent way to pass time.”
    “Thirty minutes?” Her eyes go all soft. She gets my point.
    God, this feeling in my chest…the tension has been replaced by something so much bigger. It’s hot and and uncomfortable and I think I like it. “At the most.”
    “Damnit, Cole, tales of your exploits aren’t supposed to melt me.”
    I stroke a finger down her nose and over her lips, taking my time. “Do I need to spell out how what you and I have is different on every level?”
    “No.” She’s still pouting, but her eyes have gone all warm now.
    “Do you want me to anyway?”
    She nods, and I slide my hand back into her hair, gathering it in my fist. I give it a tug that gets my blood racing again, and hers too, from the look on her face. She licks her lips, leaving them wet and juicy, and I want to drag her onto her knees and slide my cock over them. Instead I hold her close and try to explain how what we have and how we have it is so much more than anything I’ve ever had in the past. “Physical release, then leave me the hell alone. That’s all I ever wanted until I met you. Then I spent six months running scared from how you made me feel, what you made me think. Now I’m all in, because when I’m with you? I just want more. Always. When I take you fast, it’s just so I can do it again. When I take you slow, it’s because I can’t get over how good you feel. Taste. Sound. I don’t want to miss any of it and I never want it to end, so I stretch it out. And it’s still not enough.”
    “Because you love me…”
    I nod roughly, leaning over her, backing her up until she bumps into my bed.
    Hailey Reid in my bed. Fuck, I fought this for so long. Such an idiot.
    She nuzzles my jaw, my stubble scratching her cheek, and she makes a whimpering sound that takes my half-chub to a full-blown, aching erection. “I love it when you do that.”
    “What?”
    “When you’re heavy,” she whispers, opening her mouth against my cheek. She licks me, tasting my skin, and it makes me press against her even harder. “I can’t explain it.”
    “I love it when you lick me,” I grunt, working at the button on her pants. “Don’t need to explain it. It’s just…” right . Fuck, I’m such a sap for her.
    And she’s fucking soaked for me.
    “Your ex-girlfriend is in the next room,” she hisses as I slide my fingers between her pussy lips, but she still rocks into my touch. Because we can’t help ourselves.
    “Want me to stop?” I don’t. I just slow my strokes, coating my fingers in her juices. Spreading them around.
    “We should. Don’t you have to go out there?” She gasps as I rock my fingertips over her clit. “Seriously, Cole…”
    “You think I’m not serious about bending you over my bed and fucking you?”
    She giggles, then moans again, pressing her lips together to keep it inside. “Noooo…”
    Fucking taunting me. I drag myself up and look down at her, splayed out on