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counter, she pulled out a drawer and dropped the phone inside. Turning back to him, she said, “Where were we?”
    Fierce eyes raked over her. “We were just about to fuck.”
    His coarseness would offend some women, okay, most women, especially on a first “date,” but Sarah wasn’t them. Turned on as hell, she met his unblinking stare head on. “You’re a cocky son-of-a-bitch, aren’t you?”
    He didn’t deny it. “Maybe I have something to be cocky about. There’s only one way to find out.” Shucking off his coat, he let it fall to the floor and beckoned her over.
    Sarah stayed put. “It’s my place. Why don’t you come here?”
    Cole closed the gap between them in a single stride, catching her about the waist. “You like being in charge, don’t you?” he asked, lifting her off her feet and crushing her against him. Slammed against his hardness and heat, Sarah swallowed. “Sometimes.” At others, nothing got her off quite like being “forced” down onto her knees. But that kind of play required a level of trust built over time, not a single madcap night.
    “Yeah, me too.”
    He swept the purse aside and set her down on the counter, the chipped Coriander cool beneath her bum. Stepping between her legs, he lifted her chin on the knuckles of his bloodied hand.
    She glanced down. “You should probably put something on the hand. You want Neosporin? Ice?”
    “Right now what I want . . . all I want is you.”
    His hand fell away. Arms like whipcords banded about her. He angled his face to hers. Seen up close, his lips looked luscious, moist and soft. In her experience, a man’s kiss said a lot about how he fucked. If he knew what to do with his tongue, odds were he would wield his cock with similar expertise. Unfortunately the opposite also held true.
    Cole matched his mouth to hers. From the moment their lips touched, she knew it was going to be amazing—the kissing, the fucking, all of it. His wasn’t so much a kiss as it was a claiming. Firm lips took possession of hers. A knowing tongue plundered, punished, and pleased. Strong teeth nipped at her lower lip, the line of her jaw, the pulse point at the side of her neck. Gentled lips soothed her, sipping at her sweetness. A stubble-blanketed jaw scraped across her cheek, scoring her skin, the grazing caress making her shudder.
    He drew back, resting his forehead on hers. “Too much?”
    Breathless, she shook her head. “I like it.”
    A low laugh rumbled from his chest. “Right, all the flavors.”
    He reached between them, his big hand covering her right breast. Capturing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled it. The pinching wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it got her attention. Her squeal segued to moaning. Captured, she squirmed on her bottom, seeking to bring him closer, his cock especially. Danny’s drinking and drugging had made for a soft dick, and it had been more than a year since she’d been with a man other than on set. Since she never came on camera, those choreographed encounters hardly seemed to count.
    Buttons sprayed as he wrenched open her sweater, then pulled it over her arms and off. The bodega run was to have been a quick back-and-forth trip. She wore only a sports bra beneath. He lifted her arms and peeled it off too, bringing it over her head.
    Sarah’s breasts swung free, the nipples pink from his plucking. Unlike most porn actresses, she’d never gotten implants, despite numerous attempts to persuade her.
    Cole sucked down a heavy breath. “Jesus.”
    Squeezing her together, he bent his head and suckled. Sarah arched against him. She might only be a B cup, but the rich sensations roused by his teeth and tongue, fingers, and palms had her congratulating herself for holding out against the surgery.
    But as amazing as his mouth felt on her breasts, Sarah craved his kisses lower, much lower. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had eaten her out. As good as her vibrator could make her feel she’d