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“You want more?”
“Yes.”
“You can’t get enough, can you, baby?” He had to hear her say it. Hear that she craved him, needed him, even half as much as he did her.
She shook her head from side to side. “No…I-I need you. Please.”
He lost it. The sound of her voice, her desperation, for him, tipped him over the edge, a precipice he’d been hanging from all week. The half-lidded gaze, the heat, all of it was his, all for him, and he snapped. “You have me,” he groaned. “Fuck, Piper. You have me.”
He didn’t want to analyze his words, what they meant—how true they were—couldn’t, not then. So he did what she asked, he gave himself over to her. Made love to her like she needed, like they both needed.
The sounds of sex filled the night, their mingled cries, skin slapping against skin as he moved inside her, pounded into her hard enough to make the table shake. When she was close, he leaned in, covering her body with his, and swallowed her screams, letting her do the same when he came hard, groaning low and long from the sheer intensity of it.
He shuddered above her, while her soft hands moved over his bare back, not shying away from the scars there. No, Piper never shied away from anything.
“You blow me away, sweetheart, every damn time,” he said against her damp skin.
She threaded her fingers in his hair, tugging gently for him to lift up. “I’m not ready to lose this, not yet,” she whispered.
Again, she showed him how fearless she was. He could learn a thing or two from the woman wrapped around him. She was so brave. Never afraid to lay it all out.
“Me, either.” Then he took her mouth in a searing kiss, showing her how he felt because right then words were impossible.
Carefully pulling her into a sitting position, he helped her from the table, then took her hand and led her inside.
That shy, teasing smile was back, making his chest ache.
He couldn’t wait to wake up beside her. Couldn’t wait to take his time savoring her body in the morning. To sit across from her while they ate breakfast together, making plans for after work.
Piper went to the bathroom to clean up, and Cole headed to her bedroom. Pulling back the covers, he grinned to himself. Maybe he’d take her out for a meal tomorrow night, make reservations at a nice restaurant?
His phone started up in his pocket, and he pulled it free, glancing down at the screen.
And froze.
Kate.
His smile died as he stared down at her name. Kate told him she was coming to Miami to stay with family. He knew why she was calling. She wanted to meet up. Piper’s lovely face flashed through his mind, and guilt shot through his veins like ice. God, what was he doing? While he’d been spending time with Piper, while he’d been happy—for the first time in twelve months—Kate and Davey had been missing Adam…
“You going to answer that?” Piper asked as she came in behind him, climbing into bed.
No way could he talk to her while he was with Piper. He hit the end call button. “No.”
She frowned. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Just work stuff. It can wait.” The lie was like dust in his mouth. How many more would he have to tell her if he stuck around? Too damn many.
He pulled off his jeans and settled in beside her, dragging her in close, needing to feel her by his side. Just for one more night. “Everything’s fine. Get some sleep.”
Piper curled in, resting her head on his shoulder, arm around his middle, and he struggled to breathe.
Smoothing her hair back, he watched her eyes drift shut in the dim light, listened as her breathing slowed and evened out. When he was sure she was asleep, he leaned in, kissed the top of her head, and breathed in her scent, holding her tighter. Selfishly taking what he needed.
Locking it away in his memory.
Chapter Fifteen
Piper woke to an empty bed and a sinking heart.
