Page 64 of Stolen Summer

I’d made that clear, and yet, all those rules I’d told myself I wouldn’t cross were blurry as hell.

His hand roamed along my calf to my thigh, eyes full of shadows and unspoken secrets. How far would he go?

How far would I let him?

I’d always been responsible, put obligations first over my needs, and despite what everyone in high school or college said about me, I didn’t sleep around. I was the poorest prude in town. That wasn’t exactly accurate. I wasn’t a virgin. I just had standards when it came to who I let inside my body, and most of the guys in Fallen Oaks didn’t make the cut.

Did Cole?

Couldn’t I be reckless for one night? Was my freedom the reason I’d agreed to bargain with him? Had I taken the money so I could start living?

Screw it.

Twisting, I cupped the back of his neck with my hand as I closed the gap between us, fusing our mouths, and climbed onto his lap.

Chapter Twenty

What the hell is wrong with me?

The thought barely registered before feeling took over, warm tingles spreading all the way to my bare toes.

His tongue brushed against my mouth, asking for something, and I answered, parting my lips, and he slid inside. He tasted of champagne, and I wondered if I could get drunker from just his kiss.

Shivering, I slid my hands to the back of his neck, my legs spanning either side of him. We were covered in blood and dirt, and I didn’t give a shit, not with his mouth on mine. I’d swim in a pool of mud if it meant Cole kept kissing me as if his life depended on it.

No, that isn’t right. I can’t feel this way. Not for him. It was against all my rules.

“What are we doing?” I murmured against his mouth and started to sit back, but Cole groaned, the hands on my ass pushing me back closer.

He nipped at my lower lip, dark and playfully, and the quick flash of reason vanished. “If I need to explain it to you, Killer, I’m not doing something right.”

The problem was…he did everything right.

Cole picked up the broken lock charm dangling just above the dip in my corset. His fingers brushed over the mounds of my breasts. They ached heavily, lifting with my sharp inhale, dying to feel the pressure of his hand or, God forbid, the wet heat of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth, and the coolness of the silver hoop in his lip.

“What do you want?” he murmured against my lips. “Do you want me to stop?” He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, moving to my ear.

I want so much, I thought. I wanted everything. And not a single one of those thoughts involved him stopping.

I sank into him as his hands glided up to cup my breasts, the corset in the way. A whole storm of feelings and needs descended upon me, and I moaned when his fingers pushed the material aside to rub his thumb over my nipple.

I brought our lips together again, grinding against the hard length of him straining against his pants. Other than the flimsy cotton of my underwear, his pants were the only thing in the way. My center ached to have him fill me, but I settled for creating a bit of friction with our bodies. I whimpered into the kiss, my back arching into his touch.

His fingers moved to the clasp in the front, fumbling with the fastener, and all I?—

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Something vibrated against my inner thigh. Ignore it. Just keep kissing?—

It went off again, pulsating against my skin. “You’re vibrating.”

He kissed the corner of my mouth, eyes heavy. “What?”

“I think your phone is going off,” I said, the sound finally clicking in my brain.

Stark hunger spilled out of his eyes, nearly consuming the specks of gold in them.

I exhaled in a wild rush, staring into his lust-brimmed eyes. The same swirling conflict spinning inside me reflected in his gaze. “They seem pretty persistent.”