close to mine. “It isn’t wise to test me, Princess.”
His threatening words dance on my lips, triggering something other than fear in me. I swallow, wetting my dry tongue. My mind is too clouded with lust to properly consider the next thing I say. “What do you care who I fuck?”
My heart thunders when he presses his forehead to mine and growls, the rumble in his chest vibrating through me when he says, “For keeps, remember?”
His hungry emerald eyes cause a throbbing between my thighs, and I clench them together as I reply on shaky breath, “You can’t hold me to a promise I made when we were kids.”
He raises his head, the playful grin on his lips both terrifying and exciting me at the same time. It’s so Cole—danger wrapped up in a beautiful package.
His mischievous eyes study me, as if he’s considering his next move. Then his hand is on my throat, his fingertips wrapped around the back of my neck while his thumb presses on my pulse. “No one will ever make your heart race the way I do.”
As much as I hate the arrogant smugness in his tone, he’s not wrong. I’ve never experienced this with anyone else. Cole makes me feel like a live wire when he’s around, our connection raw and intense. Which is exactly why I’m not putting a stop to this, even though I should.
When his hand glides into my hair and tugs, I willingly tilt my head to give him access. My eyelids fall as he dives in, a whimpered moan expelled from my lungs when his soft lips land on the same spot his thumb had been.
Frenzied kisses forge a path on the sensitive skin to my ear, and he playfully nibbles at my lobe. My lips tingle with anticipation as he works his way across my jaw, but he stops short of my mouth. I let out a disgruntled sigh, my eyes popping open as he releases his hold on me. His dark gaze bounces between my lips and eyes, his heavy breaths fanning a fresh minty scent across my face.
It’s like he’s fighting an internal war—logic and lust, battling for control.
But I’ve already conceded to desire, and it has no plans of waving a white flag now.
Before Cole has a chance to come to his senses, I wrap my arms around his neck and crash my mouth into his. He makes another primal noise as his lips part, our tongues eager as they tangle together. Time and distance clearly haven’t weakened the chemistry between us. This kiss is filled with the same electricity as all the ones that came before it.
Cole’s mouth leaves mine as he lifts my thighs, hoisting me off my feet and setting me on the edge of the counter. Once his body is positioned between my legs, he slams his mouth against mine again. His kiss is consuming; every thought or feeling I’ve had outside of this moment lost to it.
He clutches onto my ass, pulling me to his bulging hard-on. The pressure between my legs makes my head dizzy, the need to relieve the building ache at my center taking over. When I wrap my legs around his waist and rock into him, his groan sounds like a mixture of pain and pleasure.
His hands glide under my shirt, his touch setting my skin on fire as he works his way up the sides of my waist. He sucks on my bottom lip, scraping his teeth over it before releasing me. My brain is completely disoriented by him, and I lift my arms without hesitation, allowing him to remove my shirt with ease before I even realize what’s happening.
My heavy eyelashes flutter open, my hands resting beside me on the counter. Cole’s nostrils flare as his greedy stare takes me in. The sheer material of my bralette does nothing to hide the contents underneath, leaving my hardening nipples on full display for him.
I draw in a quick breath when he cups my breasts, my head falling back as his thumbs rub over my nipples. His mouth finds its way back to my neck, making a snack out of it while I grind against him. It doesn’t take long for me to get to the edge. Every cell in my body is on the verge of exploding by the time his breath tickles my ear.
“You’re right, I can’t make you keep that promise.” The humor behind his whispered words snaps me back from the brink,