“What do you say, baby?” Without a moment’s breath, I whisper, “Please.” Cole freezes. Silent, staring down at me. He delicately brushes my hair behind my ears, looking down with approval before his hand travels to my throat, keeping my face on his as he pins me in place. I swallow, feeling his hand tighten over the motion. I’m at his mercy. He leans down, brushing a feather of a kiss over my already swollen lips. “I knew the day we met that you’d be a—Good. Fucking. Girl.”
