As if he’s heard my thoughts, Cole bends down. But his hand snakes around the nape of my neck, holding me in place before he pulls me in, bringing my ear to his lips. Our bodies are so close that if I arched my back, my breasts would press against his chest. “The floor’s yours, sweetheart. But I’d make it fast because this outfit isn’t helping. It’s only serving to make me consider all the possibilities for what’s underneath. And all the things I’d like to do to that body once you say yes.” “Okay,” I breathe out before catching myself. “I mean. Yep, I’ll be expedient.”
