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HD ~ Chapter Eight

WARNING: This chapter contains explicit material that is not suitable for children under the age of 18. If you are under 18, I advise that you don't continue reading. This is a fair warning!

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Felicity

Without another moment of hesitation, I shook my head. "No," I told Cole. "Don't stop." With that being said, I reached up to pull Cole back down to me.

It was as if my words seemed to empower Cole. He kissed me more intensely than he had before. His lips moved expertly in sync with mine and I couldn't help but let a few muffled moans. My heart rate picked up when I felt his tongue softly brush across my lower lip and I knew I should panic. Things were getting more and more fervent. But I just let out a small breathless sigh and gladly opened my mouth for him.

Cole's tongue entered my mouth and gently swept across my own. I barely even felt his body shift so he was laying on the bed pressed against my side. One forearm was pressed on the bed next to my head and his hand was cupping the back of my neck while the other hand rested just on my hip near the waistband of my hip.

After another few moments, Cole pulled away and placed his forehead against mine. My breathing was almost erratic and my heart was pounding as I slowly opened my eyes to meet his. He was looking at me with an expression I couldn't read.

"What is it?" I breathed out softly.

Cole sighed and leaned down to press his face into my neck. "I just don't understand you," he whispered.

I shook my head and shifted slightly so my body was pressed closer to his. "That doesn't matter," I murmured as I reached up to run my fingers over his cheek. "Just please distract me from everything. Make me forget what happened tonight. I don't care."

He nodded silently before pressing his lips back to mine. My fingers threaded into his hair and I pressed my body closer to his. He rolled slightly so my back was completely pressed against the mattress and his body was covering mine. I felt his hands slide under my shirt and left trail of tingles over my skin.

I pulled away from him only to tug on the hem of his shirt. He sat up for a moment so he could take it off. He moved back to start trailing kisses down my neck and across my collar bone. I took that chance to traced my hands over his well defined chest and smiled when he shivered under my touch.

Cole kissed the base of my throat and once again moved his hands under my shirt. My body felt hotter and I immediately whispered "off." He didn't hesitated to tear my shirt down the middle. I gasped and he took the opportunity to cover my mouth with his once again. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth and brushed against mine. Meanwhile, his hands tentatively reached up to gently caress my bra-clad chest.

He was being hesitant for my sake. As much as I appreciated that, I didn't want it. I reached up to place my hands over his and pressed them more firmly to my chest. I pulled my lips away from his and brushed them across his throat. "Don't hesitate," I said softly.

He let out a groan and moved down to press kissed to my collarbone and down to my chest. Cole helped me shed my tattered shirt before he reached behind me to undo the clasp of my bra. Slowly, he slid the straps down my arms before he tossed the undergarment to the side. His hands moved back to gently stroke my breasts and moved to peck me on the lips. "Beautiful," he murmured.

I swallowed harshly as his hand moved expertly over my chest. Every touch felt like sparks and it was driving me crazy. I was nearing the end of my patience with the foreplay. "Cole," I moaned softly. "Please," I begged as I reached for the button on his jeans.