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Something shadows his tone. Something familiar and terrifying.
A lie.
“Why tonight, Cole?” I ask, searching his face. “And don’t lie to me.”
He stands. “My team will need cover, and it’s best to move in when it’s dark. This is the best option, trust me.” Checking his watch, he exhales, and I try to shove aside the unease in my stomach. “I’ve got this fucking meeting that’ll last hours, then I’ll find an excuse to get into Felton’s office.”
Still in my place on the floor, I chew the end of my thumb. “What if I got the phone?” I stand, wobbling slightly, and Cole steadies me with his hands on my shoulders. “Everyone will be at the meeting. I’ll be outside with Darcy. I could just say I’m going to the bathroom.”
Cole runs his hand across his mouth; handsome face etched with concern. “The door will be locked.”
“Please, how many garages did we break into as kids? I was the one who got us in. I was the one who hot-wired every bike. I can get in.”
My heart beats a little faster at the thought of doing this. It shouldn’t be exciting, it’s dangerous, but it’s a feeling I’ve missed. The risk. The reward.
Cole cups the side of my neck. “If you get caught, you scream.”
“Oh, trust me, I’ll scream.”
His frown deepens. “Are you sure, Sun?”
“Do we have a choice, Cage?” I ask, he and presses his forehead to mine. I grip his shirt and press my body to his. “I can do this. Trust me.”
His response is a low rumble, like a growl he’s holding hostage in his throat. The sound does things it shouldn’t—awakening my body in ways I don’t want to acknowledge. His presence makes me ache, but his voice …
“I hate that you’re in this position,” he says, voice low, hands kneading my hips, the slow, soothing touch pulling us even closer. His breath warms my lips, but his eyes remain closed tight, like if he can see me, he might lose control. I’ve already lost mine. Tossed it aside. Given it away.
I’m afraid, but I’m also responding to that fear in ways I thought I’d buried. I’m no longer a young woman in love breaking into garages and stealing bike parts. I’m a god-damn, law-abiding citizen now. At least, I thought I was.
“You’ll save me, won’t you?” I whisper. Cole lifts his chin slightly, and our lips brush. “You’ll protect me. Like you always have.”
I press my mouth to his, a soft, fleeting touch, even though this is the last thing we should be doing. His breathing has quickened, the muscles in his shoulders and chest visibly taught. My pussy aches, heat pooling between my thighs at the prospect of feeling him inside me, of him pressing me into the wall and taking what has always been his.
“Touch me.” I whisper, the words desperate and quiet and throbbing with desire. I run my hands up his chest and into his hair, closing my eyes against the reality that I’m begging a man who broke me. “Touch me, Cole. I think I might die if you don’t.”
Our mouths meet in an explosion of passion. He holds the back of my neck, pulling my body against his so his hardness presses into my belly. This is the kiss I imagined on endless nights when I’d hope and pray that he’d walk through the door. This was his apology, his promise.
He lifts me, placing me on the counter. My clothes shred at his touch, expensive fabric fluttering to the ground as he bares me to him.
He’s a beast unleashed, and I tip my head back as his kiss travels down my throat, across my collarbone. He weighs my breast in his hand, thumbing across my hardened nipple as he takes my other nipple into his mouth. I whimper at the sensation, goose bumps rippling across my skin as he circles his tongue around the sensitive bud.
“My girl,” he breathes against my damp skin. “My fucking girl.” Lace is snapped. A buckle sounds. I’m delirious from his touch, enough that I give myself to him without a word. “Watch me,” he demands, and my eyes flutter open. I pull in a breath at the sight of his cock—long, thick, throbbing. A thick, dark vein snakes up his shaft, ending at the piercings in the head that I used to devour. My legs are spread, my inner thighs shining with my arousal, and he presses the head of his cock at my entrance. He runs his thumb across my clit piercing. “I’ve missed this.” He tugs on it gently, and I moan. “Such pretty sounds. Eyes down, Sunday. Watch me sink every inch into you.”
I grip the edge of the counter, lips parted, eyes wide as we touch. My pussy quivers as the tip breaches me. “More—”
My words are cut off by his hand covering my mouth. His hips still, the warmth of our connection not enough, but he isn’t teasing me.
Something is wrong.
His head is tilted toward the half-closed bathroom door, and when we lock eyes, he presses his finger to his lips.
“Darcy?” He calls out.
A low, excited giggle reaches us, and Cole snatches at the door handle, holding it closed.
Someone yanks on the other side. “You’re such a spoil sport, Cagey Boy!” Darcy whines, slapping the door. “Let me see!” Cole keeps hold of the handle, and she grunts, seemingly giving up quickly. “Fine! Have it your way! If Monday isn’t at the pool in five minutes, I’m coming back!” Something rustles and thumps to the ground, and I pray that it isn’t another head.
She stomps away, and though I hear the opening, closing and auto-lock of the bedroom door, I don’t believe she’s gone. Cole clearly has the same thought, because he tucks away his cock and pushes the door open. It’s empty.
