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His smile gets cocky as hell. “You telling me I need a shower, Montana?”
I can’t look away from his mouth. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
His grin gets even cockier. “Why don’t we shower together, then?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, just cups my ass and lifts me against his chest like I weigh nothing at all. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, and my heart damn near explodes as he carries me out of the kitchen.
I choke on a laugh. “You are such a caveman, Texas.”
He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “You love it. Stop pretending you don’t want my hands and my mouth all over you, Montana.”
Jesus. If I get any hotter, I’ll spontaneously combust.
Between kisses, I point him toward the bathroom. Cole shoulders the door open and sets me on my feet, but his hands never leave my body. He peels my flannel shirt off and tosses it on the counter, then reaches for the hem of my tank top and pulls it over my head in one easy move. My breath stutters, but I grin right back at him.
I don’t even get a chance to say something sarcastic before Cole’s lips crash into mine, hot and greedy. My brain turns off like someone yanked the cord. I’m so busy clutching at his arms and moaning into his mouth, I barely even notice I’m half-naked until his hands slide up my back and unhook my bra with a single flick.
He peels it off and drops it on top of the pile with my shirt, then steps back just far enough to look me over. The heat in his eyes almost fries my nervous system. “Fucking hell, Montana. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Then stop staring and get undressed, Texas.” My voice is all breath and need, which is embarrassing, except for the fact that he’s already yanking his own shirt off and my girly parts are singing.
He kicks off his boots and jeans, and suddenly I’m staring at the thick bulge under his boxer-briefs and wondering how this is going to work. Holy hell. The man is built like a Greek god. My mouth actually waters as my brain shuts down.
“See something you like, Montana?” His voice is low and rough, and my nipples go so hard it actually hurts a little.
“I might need a closer look, Texas.” God, I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I’m too far gone to care. “Just to make sure.”
He grins, then shucks the boxer-briefs in one easy motion. My jaw hits the floor. Holy. Shit. That cock is a work of art. Huge, thick, and hard.
