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“When you saw my kids last night, you bolted from the place like you’d just seen an alien from a Steven Spielberg movie,” she said, throwing her words at him like the uncomfortable stilettos she still had to return to Violet. Shit, she had told herself she wouldn’t bring up his ignoring her kids. Or the issue completely.
He drew in a breath, leaning against a tree. “I’m sorry. The brother I didn’t save… he was my twin brother. Seeing your boys together triggered me, and I had to leave.”
“I’m… sorry,” she said, trying to register his confession. Sadness sat on her chest, heaving it, and she curled and uncurled her fingers. Should she give him a hug or touch his shoulder? She settled for squeezing his shoulder, because a part of her was still mad. Mad at his father for blaming him for his entire life, and mad at him for still letting it jeopardize his present. “A lot of times guys don’t want to date single moms, so that rubs me the wrong way.”
He cupped her chin, giving her no option but staring deep into his soulful eyes. “I love children. But I can’t lie, I don’t see myself having them.”
“I wasn’t asking for you to father my children. They have a great dad,” she said, a pang of defensiveness in her voice. Luke had always cared for the boys, and she’d never expect another man to take that role.
He jammed one hand in his pocket. When his gaze met hers, the honesty in his green eyes knotted her insides. “I didn’t think you were. I freaked out, and left,” he said, without breaking the stare.
She swallowed. Poor guy probably didn’t share this kind of thing every day. She sensed his discomfort. “Either way, thanks for sharing this with me.”
He stroked her cheek, his finger caressing her neckline. Little shivers raced down her spine, and she inched toward him. “You’re amazing, Nikki.”
“Stop saying I’m amazing,” she whispered. Stop making me believe it, only to leave me again.
“Let me show it to you,” he said, snatching her into his arms with a swift move.
She gasped, all of her tingly and willing. Out of all the things that could destroy her peace of mind, a man never ranked high on the list. When he kissed her, she wrapped her arms around him, welcoming the determined invasion of his tongue past her lips. He lifted her on a ledge of what seemed to be like the old janitor’s booth. She should run, especially after what he said about adamantly not wanting kids in his life. Ever.
But weakness stroked her when he slid his hand down her body and dove between her legs, and her greedy flesh met him with a hot throb that reverberated through her. Yes, Cole would definitely destroy her at the end… but first, he’d piece her back together.
* * *
Cole pulled up the hem of her skirt, then removed her G-string, gliding down her shapely legs. A tremor rumbled through him, and he felt he was the one getting undressed. For the second time since he met her, he’d trusted her with stuff he’d never tell a soul.
Admitting his mistakes weakened him, yet when he was with her, she acted like his past, his flaws made him stronger. She made him stronger. The sensation wouldn’t last, but damn it, he’d take advantage of it for as long as he could. She wasn’t like any other woman he’d ever met.
Groaning, he tossed her panties to the side. She wrapped her legs around him, her sweet feminine scent drawing him close.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “And I’m safe. How about you?”
“I’m clean too.” The thought of sliding his cock inside her and exploding without any constraints kicked up his arousal. He hadn’t had sex without a condom in a long time, but with Nikki, everything became the exception to the rule and this was no different. He needed to feel her, to fill her, without anything else between them.
He kissed the curve of her neck, feeling her tremble in response. She touched his shoulder blades, running her hands down his chest and his abs. He cleared his throat, desperate to retain some shred of control before completely letting go. What if she changed her mind? What if the real estate agent came back to grab something she’d forgotten?
No. He had to have her. This time, nothing and no one would stand in their way.
She continued exploring him, lower still, until she touched his belt and unbuckled it. His pulse skyrocketed, and sweat covered his limbs. Suddenly, his internal temperature spiked and he wanted to rip those clothes off, his and hers, and fuck her until everything disappeared—the past, and the future.
“Oh yeah, baby. Touch me.”
She unzipped his pants and pushed them down, taking his boxer briefs along. He helped her, getting rid of the inconvenient layers of fabric. His cock sprung into view, and she ran her fingers along the throbbing veins. Arousal hit him deep, his knees buckled under his weight, and he almost lost his balance. She noticed the effect she had on him, because she let out a sexy chuckle and clenched his cock, the pressure squeezing some precum from the tip.
“You’re enormous.”
He bit back a smile. Hadn’t she noticed before when they made out outside Splurge or at her house?
“Logistically, this will be a nightmare,” she said, and he detected nervousness in her voice. “Damn.”
“You’ll adjust. And never say logistically or nightmare when we’re dirty-talking.”
She bit her lower lip. “Oh. I wasn’t dirty-talking.”
“We are now.” He lifted her shirt over her head, and tossed it aside, then proceeded to unclasp her bra. “Because when I slam inside your hot pussy, it’ll be ready for my cock.”
A tremor of adrenaline coursed through him, his own words lapping back at his arousal and feeding the beast growing inside him. “I know it’s hot because I ate it the other night… and it was fucking drenching-wet… and delicious. I bet if I touch it now, it’ll be just as soaked.”
