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Stepping forward, I ran my knuckles down her neck and over her spine, stopping at the black bra hook. Her breath hitched, and I released a jagged breath as my cock strained against the cotton of my boxer briefs. My fingers fumbled with the material until it popped loose. Sliding the straps down her arms, my hands caressed her skin until the bra dropped to the ground.

Curling my hand around her hips, I pressed my lips to her shoulder. "I wanna love you tonight, like I'm never gonna love you again." My voice was a low rasp as my ragged breath fanned over her heated skin, and my hand snaked around, running my thumb over her jawline, turning her face to mine. Gripping her jaw, my mouth claimed hers completely, skipping the soft, gentle kisses and going straight for desperate, greedy, sloppy, all teeth and tongue.

My pulse accelerated as she spun in my arms without breaking from the kiss, pressing her naked chest against mine.

Fuck, I want her!

I gripped her ass in both palms, lifting her and carrying her to the picnic table on the dock. I wanted to take my time, to taste her, feel her but the desperate need to feel her heat wrapped around me had my cock ready to explode.

Easing her onto the table, I broke from the kiss as I kneeled in front of her, and she fell back, propping herself on her hands. Her bare body was on full display for me. I hooked my fingers in the strings on her side and dragged her panties down her thighs as I pressed my lips to her hip bone.

Her head fell back on a moan, and my eyes closed as I shoved down my boxers. God, I loved that sound. My lips trailed over her body, kissing and nipping as I moved up, finding her throat. I positioned myself between her thighs as my hands curled around her hips. I jerked her to me, positioning her where I needed her as my mouth assaulted every inch of her neck. Sliding myself through her slick flesh, I groaned against her throat as I coated myself with her arousal. I rocked my bare cock over her stroking her clit with my wide head, making her wetter with each stroke.

"Cole..." She broke off on a moan as her back arched into me.

My abs tightened, and my cock twitched like it was ready to explode. It had been too long. As much as I wanted to slow down, I needed to get round one out of the way because I planned on taking every round she'd give me tonight.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Please, what, baby?" I purred against her ear. "Tell me what you want."

"Make me come." Her words came out as a command, and it only fueled my fire.

Lifting, I wrapped my hands under her thighs as I positioned my soaking wet cock at her entrance. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, please."

"You want me to fill you with my cock?" I pushed the head in and withdrew it, teasing her.

"Fuck, Cole," she grunted. "Fuck me."

She cried out as I pushed into her.

"Fuck." I paused deep inside her, my cock pulsating as her pussy gripped and squeezed me like it was fitted just for me. I dropped my chest to hers and captured her mouth with mine, trying hard not to lose it before she did. Pulling out inch by agonizingly slow inch, I sucked her bottom lip between my teeth before thrusting my hips forward and filling her. I groanedinto her mouth as I repeated the motion over and over again. Breaking from the kiss, she inhaled in a deep breath as my body trembled. I slipped my hand between us, finding her clit.

Pumping in and out, I found a rhythm between my hand and my cock that made her body vibrate, and when my mouth captured her nipple, it sent her soaring over the edge, and I followed right behind her.

Her body went boneless, and I caught her before her back hit the table. We lay silently, our labored breathing filling the quiet night for several long minutes.

"How about that swim now?"

"I'm not sure my legs work."

I huffed out a laugh. "We can lay here until they do."

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Taylor

Sitting on the dock wrapped in one of the white fluffy towels, I sipped the glass of whiskey Cole poured me after round two in the water and round three on the deck, and all I could think about was getting back to the house for round four in the shower and five on the bed.

Hopefully.

The dock creaked as Cole stepped beside me with a matching white towel wrapped around his waist, sinking down so his bare feet hung over into the water.

"What happened between you and my mother?"

My lip curled up. I knew there was a lot of my life that Cole was curious about, but one night without a conversation about the past would be nice. "She's a grieving mother who needed someone to blame for Caleb's death. I was the obvious choice."

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