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me.”
    He grips me tight enough to show he thinks he isn’t, and he pulls my earlobe into his mouth. “You have a problem with how I’m making love to you?” he growls, jerking his hips against my sex.
    Of course I don’t. But…
    “I didn’t ask you to make love to me,” I hiss back, shoving against his chest. Since when do we call it that? “I asked you to fuck me.”
    He twists to the side, stunned at my anger. I’m a little surprised at myself. “Hey,” he protests, reaching for me, but I shove his hands above his head and climb on top of him, centering his cock right where I want it.
    “I want this ,” I insist, sliding onto him. And oh God , he feels so good inside me. That first breach makes me wide-eyed and breathless, and greedy for more. But it’s raw, too, how he stretches and fills me from the inside out, and I feel tears welling.
    Oh shit.
    He jackknifes up, wrapping his arms around me, pulling us hard together. Holding me tight. And the panic recedes.
    “How did you know?” I whisper, rocking my hips, desperate to get that sexy-as-fuck edge back. Despite my momentary freakout, Cole is still rock hard, and now he’s moving us, like the waves of the ocean.
    “I’ve been through trauma before, baby,” he rasps as he flexes his cock inside me. “It’s messy and confusing and surprising. But that’s okay. You’re strong.” His arms tighten around me. “I’ve got you. Let me love you.”
    I feel like an idiot for not seeing his restraint—how he held himself back this past week—as loving. I kiss him, desperate to show him I get it now.
    And he’s still hard. And still moving, ever so slowly inside me.
    A new understanding dawns on me as my desire rises again.
    Still on the surface, we cling to each other, me straddling him, his arms around me like bands of steel.
    But inside our embrace, under the surface…the pull is intense. One-of-a-kind chemistry. The magic that happens on my skin everywhere his mouth and hands touch me. The tight slide and thrust of his erection inside me. Shallow movements that rub just the right spot.
    And if he’s the dark water, rushing in toward shore, I’m the tide. I rise on my knees, as much as he lets me as he pins me in place, holding my gaze. But I need this. I need to be in charge, even though I’m not great at it.
    Even though I need to be held while I’m pretending to take him.
    But maybe that’s okay. Maybe I just need to be the force that compels him.
    I stroke his face, and he relaxes, skating his hands down my back to cup my bottom—his big hands covering my ass cheeks, his fingers curling into the cleft between them. And then I remember.
    “Oh,” I say, a breathy sound that’s even loaded to my own ears. I lift more on the next rise, almost slipping him entirely out of my body before sinking down.
    He grunts and grips my hips tighter. “What?”
    “I, hum…” I lean forward and bite his lower lip. “I put out the lube. You know, if you wanted to…”
    His eyes darken as he drifts his fingers over the smooth skin around my puckered hole, making me feel beautiful and dirty and desirable all at the same time. “I always want.”
    As if there was any doubt, he swells inside me and I cry out, riding faster even as it gets harder to lift myself fully off his erection.
    “Feel that?” he grinds out the question as he drives deep inside me, making me scream for him. “That’s how much I want to own your ass. But not today. Not when you need to be in charge.”
    A half-laugh, half-moan rips from my throat as I throw my head back, giving myself over to the dark wave rolling toward me—the heavy, unstoppable, erotic force that is Cole Parker.
    “I’m not in charge,” I pant, my voice reedy and faint, and he grips my hips tighter as he moves me, changing the angle at the same time as he latches on to a nipple.
    Kinda proving my point , I think groggily as I fall blissfully into an orgasm that ripples through my entire being.
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