“I need you,” he pants, breath ragged.
Cole’s eyes darken. I had never seen him so urgent. A chill sweeps its way down my spine.
I take his hand. For once, not putting up a fight.
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He seemed to know where he was headed, and that was fine by me. I just wanted him. That overshadowing everything else.
His hand finds the small of my back as he leads us off the dance floor, around a corner and down a hallway.
The music was quieter back here, a low lull. I thought that was where we were going to stop until he guided us outside past a pair of opened French doors. Them leading out into a garden of some kind. A large running fountain in the center. Full overgrown hedges on both sides veering off in two different directions.
Cole doesn’t hesitate, directing us along the path that went left. My feet moved slower along the pebbled rocks since I wasn’t used to wearing shoes with raised daggers at the heel.
For the second time tonight, I was regretting that decision. Them slowing us down.
This place was some sort of maze. The thick hedges at least nine feet high and meticulously trimmed. The stars provided minimal light overhead so I would have been lost if not for Iceman’s hand still pressed to my back.
Turning, we were going around another corner. Cole seemed to have no problem finding his way around.
Stopping—we were stopping, and my back was being pushed into the hedges.
Cole’s mouth crashed down on mine once more. His fingers find the nape of my neck, cupping the back of my hair.
My arms snake around his shoulders, pulling him closer than we already were, craving more. He kissed me long and desperate.
He shifts, somehow knowing what I needed without saying it. His other hand flying to the side of my head, flattening into the hedges. Pushing his leg between the thighs of my dress. Locking me in place, perfectly between my pelvic bone and his cock. I could feel it straining against my lower belly and I wanted to free it.
Cole rolls his hips and I groan, craving more friction. My whole body was buzzing and alive.
My every sense heightened. I felt it all. The breeze in the air spreads goose bumps across my body like a wildfire. The leaves scratch at my back the deeper we sink into the thick hedge. Cole’s every pulse, every movement. Feeling it all like it was my own.
I was euphoric and high off him right now.
A whimper leaving me when he pulls away. I expect his expression to be sly but all I see is lust in his darkened pupils.
“I couldn’t wait,” he pants. Voice scratchy and harsh—so fucking sexy. “That mouth of yours is too tempting.”
He groans into my lips, and I nod my head, agreeing. Feeling the exact same way.
Silently I protest when his fingers loosen from their hold, but he grabs for my hand, and I relish in his touch. I loved his hands on me, I wanted them everywhere.
He blinks hard. “Don’t look at me like that, princess, or I’ll have to fuck you right here and you deserve better than a shrub,” Cole bites out like he was in pain.
I should be embarrassed my desire so obvious, but I didn’t care, he was all I wanted right now. I don’t protest and he hesitates.
Looking away swiftly. He tugs us forward. “Come on, we’re almost there.”
We make it to some sort of wooden gate. Flipping open a metal box off the side he enters in a passcode. The light flashed green, the lock clicked, and his lips were back on mine as soon as I stepped through.
I had no idea where I was, my desire fueling my judgment. Every other rational thought thrown out the window.
I wasn’t alone in my need. Cole wanted me too, needed me as bad. Our kisses growing more frantic in our heat. Feverish, we were feverish.