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He rolled his hips, because he had to. It was like he had no control over his own mind and body—and let’s face it, he’d just proven that he didn’t.
Piper whimpered, fingers digging into his lower back.
Stop this. Now.
Jesus, he was rubbing up against her like a rutting animal. What was wrong with him? He had to get a handle on it.
This was a mistake.
Piper deserved so much more than this. So much more than him.
Allowing himself to have her, taking a piece of happiness for himself with Piper, forced guilt to pump through his veins. How could he take pleasure, feel joy, when Kate and Davey were suffering every damn day because of him?
Reluctantly, he rolled to his back, but Piper followed, pressing her soft warm body into his side.
What have I done?
He scrubbed his hands over his face, tried to ignore how good she felt, how perfectly she fit against him. She slid her hand around his waist, arm resting across his stomach, and nestled in closer. Then she laid her head on his chest. Shit, her soft hair felt like velvet against his skin, her warm breath tickling, lifting gooseflesh every time she exhaled.
His dick was hot and hard against his stomach. He’d barely had an erection in months, and now his cock wanted to make up for lost time with the only woman who could affect him like this. The one woman he couldn’t allow himself to have again.
But even now, knowing what he’d done was wrong, for so many reasons... Knowing that he’d betrayed his friend and tainted this perfect, amazing woman with the darkness inside him...
He couldn’t regret it.
He could never wish it hadn’t happened.
Chapter Ten
Piper woke when the bed shifted beside her. It was still dark, and a glance at the clock told her she’d only drifted off a short time ago.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Cole’s voice cut through the shadows and, though she’d already had three orgasms, caused some very nice tingles between her thighs. She still couldn’t believe what happened between them, that he’d finally given in.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her.
“Are you leaving?”
He grabbed his shorts off the floor. “Yeah, I should go.” He turned to her, reaching out to gently cup the side of her face, sliding the pad of his thumb over her cheek. His dark gaze followed the movement, intense, focused—lost. “Let you get some sleep.” An emotion she couldn’t name flashed through his eyes, then he dropped his hand.
Her stomach tightened. He was withdrawing, pulling away after the most mind-blowing sexual experience of her life. She didn’t want that. Didn’t want him to regret what happened.
After the things he’d said to her, the things they’d done, no way would she let him just walk away and pretend it didn’t happen. She was still naked but didn’t try to cover herself as she slid out from under the blanket. Cole had made it more than clear he liked the way she looked, and if parading around butt naked would stop him from feeling guilty, or dissolve whatever doubts he had weighing on him, then she’d use it to her full advantage.
She walked around to the other side of the bed, and as she neared, he stilled, shoulders straightening, back going stiff.
Still, he didn’t turn to face her.
You can do this, Piper.
She’d wanted him for so long, and for now, maybe only tonight, she had him in her bed. As much as he might try to deny it, she knew he still wanted her, too. So she pushed her doubts to the back of her mind and moved in close, until she was standing right in front of him.
He was looking down, shorts hanging from his fingers. She watched his wide shoulders lift, chest expanding as he drew in a deep breath.
“Cole?”
He tilted his head, looking up at her. Shadows concealed part of his face, but they didn’t hide the way his nostrils flared, or the way his lips parted when he released a rough exhale.
His heavy cock jutted from his body, hard and long, making her mouth water. “You don’t need to leave,” she whispered.
