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Molding together, Cole and I melt onto the mattress. Splaying hands on my hips, he strips off my T-shirt, giving a sinful caress along my bare breasts.

Slowly, I sink on top of him, crying out at the thickness of him. His pupils blow wide, fingers digging into my ass as he holds on to me. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful on top of me.”

A smile caresses my lips. “Look at me. Riding my bull rider.”

A dark chuckle leaves his lips.

My back arches in anticipation as I roll my hips.

“You take, darlin’,” he grits out, staring into my eyes as I grind against his cock. “You take what you need.”

All I can manage is a moan. Hand on his chest, fingers curling into all that dark chest hair, I work him over. I’m stretched so wide, I could snap.

“Eyes on me. Eyes on me, baby.” He grunts, cords taut in his neck as he palms my breast, watching me through it all. I lift my lashes to meet his eyes, feeling on display, but also seen. Cole sees me. He’s the only one who ever has.

A warm flush overtakes my body, sparks shimmering through me.

“Goddamn, Delilah, you’re leakin’ all over me.” His fingers hunt and claim as they slide through the wetness collecting between my thighs to bring it to his lips.

A loud gasp slips through me at the way he shamelessly eats. My cowboy with his dirty, filthy mouth.

A calloused thumb finds my clit, gently applying pressure, then twisting.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “Cole…” A blinding white heat blooms in my body. My chest flushes, my thighs tremble. I move fast, squeeze around him tighter, harder…

Then, the world moves.

Cole pulls me off him and flips me onto my stomach.

My nerve endings thrill, my sex drenched and ready for more.

He looms behind me, big, yet surprisingly gentle. “Need to be deeper.” There’s urgency, possessiveness in his voice. No more restraint. “Deeper inside you, darlin’.”

The truth of his words makes me ache. He’s all I want. No one else.

“Yes, yes.” I arch my back, hear the approving growl leave his lips. All my body wants is more.

His warm, heavy body covers me. With his thigh, he nudges my legs open then slowly enters me. He’s so hard, so thick, stretching me so close to the breaking point that I cry out. Heat swarms my blood. Cole’s breaths quicken.

“You’re so fucking tight.” His pleased growl caresses my neck.

I whimper, gripping the sheet corner as he pulls out, then slams into me with demanding possessiveness.

I rock back against him, the scruff of his whiskers scratching my skin. The feel of this man—rugged, rough—it’s exactly what I need. I close my eyes, enjoying how good he feels. How he takes me away from anything bad.

With his teeth nipping at my shoulder, he grunts. “Goddamn, darlin’, you can take all of me, can’t you?”

I moan at his dirty talk, then whimper into the pillow as he buries himself to the root. Every great, thick ruthless inch of him plunders into me. I crave every hard thrust he can give. I can barely breathe. So full. So overwhelmingly full of this man.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” He growls, thrusting deeper, pumping fast against my body. Sliding a hand up my breastbone, he takes my neck and lightly squeezes. “You hide nothing from me again, you hear me?”

“Yes, yes,” I sob.

Over and over, he slams into me at a fast and punishing rhythm.

“You’re bein’ so good for me, darlin’. My girl. My Delilah.” Then, softer, against my ear. “Mine.”

My brain short-circuits, right before my release explodes in a bright burst of warmth and sparks. “Cole!” I scream, breathless and wild.