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disdain. Still, Cole pressed her further, seeing how far she'd give him before pulling back. When she met him fully, seeking everything he had, Cole knew her frustrations weren't relationship killers. She'd open up to him soon.
    “I hate you,” Stacey wheezed as her lungs took in air.
    “Huh, huh,” Cole said, still grinning. “That's why your whole body is set to vibrate. How soon can we say goodbye and make it back home?”
    “I think goodbye can be saved for another time. It seems my grandparents have disappeared.”
    “Then come on,” Cole said eagerly, grabbing her hand and walking quickly toward the parking lot.
    “Why are you in such a hurry, and could you please take into consideration that you're a foot taller than me?” Stacey huffed, getting nowhere with him.
    “Fine.” Cole stopped and bent down to scoop her off her feet.
    “Cole Winslow, put...me...down...now!”
    “Not on your life. If you want to talk me to death, you can do it on the way home,” Cole breathed. “Then I can strip those clothes off and convince you to let me live.”
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    Despite the afternoon, need and desire shot straight to Stacey's toes as Cole carried her toward her car. Turning she took in the lines and planes of his face. He had an angular nose that showed signs of having been hit and bruised, if not broken, a few times. His dark blue eyes were lined by thick, dark lashes that gave expression to eyes that could be stormy like the sea, or crystal clear as a summer day. His mouth, god that mouth, was well formed for his face, easy to smile and deadly when pressed passionately against hers. Framing it rather well was the mop of shaggy brown hair that suited both his personality and the look of him. He might not be model material, but with a matching set of dimples, he sure as hell was sexy as shit in Stacey's book. Needing him, she took his mouth in a kiss that had him stopping in his tracks to get a better taste of her. Running a hand quickly through the tight mass of hair, Cole drew her closer with a palm to the back of her neck. Passion, unlike anything Stacey had ever felt, sizzled between them.
    “Stacey...” Cole breathed, trembling both with exertion and need.
    “I know...” Stacey sighed, equally hungry. She held onto Cole's neck as he sat her gently on her feet. Then he was there again, tasting her, pressing her against the fender of her Mazda when she opened for him. “Oh, god Cole. We can't do this, not here.”
    “Then drive fast, baby,” Cole pleaded. He gave her hands a quick squeeze and waited for her to sit in the driver's seat before gently shutting her door and practically skipping over the hood to reach the passenger side. They were on the road in five minutes, but Stacey set the cruise so she wouldn't get stopped for speeding.
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    Cole could see her body shake as her system tried to control the way they were both feeling. Smiling with thought, Cole reached over, slowly running a hand between her legs.
    “What the hell are you doing?” Stacey asked, her body answering for her.
    “I'm going to show you just how much fun we can have outside the bedroom,” Cole told her, deftly unsnapping the jeans Stacey wore.
    “Cole...” Stacey whispered as his seeking fingers found the fringed lace of her pastel pink panties.
    “Your mind might be rational sweetie but this molten body is screaming for release,” Cole argued. “Let me show you just how good it can be.”
    Unable to resist the need that clawed at her, Stacey lifted her hips, allowing Cole's fingers to slip past the restraint of her clothes. He found her entrance easily and with one deep thrust, pushed her high toward that peak. Backing off he let her come down graciously before he slammed into her again, her gasps like the sweetest music to his ears. “That's it love, take me into you.”
    “Cole I...”