Cole ran both his hands up her back, one of them into her hair to the back of her head, pulling her into him until their lips collided. He kissed her hard, seeking out her tongue immediately, as if he’d bided his time and could no longer wait. She welcomed it, drew him in, showed him she was as eager as he was.

Though he’d had her worried all weekend that she’d never get another chance to be this close to him, he seemed to be holding nothing back now, letting her see and feel how much he needed her, possibly not just on a physical level. She got a sense that this, their connection, was what he needed to soothe whatever was bothering him.

His lips still locked with hers, he lifted the blanket to their shoulders and secured the edges of it behind his back so it draped over them, covering her. Then his hands were all over her, pulling her into him again, lifting her layers of shirt.

He palmed her breasts, kneaded them as he kept kissing her, rolled her nipples between calloused fingers and thumbs. She’d had no idea what a turn-on it was to feel the roughness of a man who worked with his hands on her most sensitive spots. She’d never been with a guy like Cole, tended toward upwardly mobile professionals with smooth, white-collar hands. She’d been missing out.

He was making need shoot from her breasts to her very core, making her grind her body against his erection, and she caught her breath, momentarily breaking their kiss, because…damn. He hadn’t even taken a single piece of her clothing off and she was about to incinerate.

She sought out the bottom of his shirt and worked her hands under it, running them up to his chest. She lifted the shirt to his shoulders, needing to feel his heated skin directly. Cole let out a moan as she rubbed her nipples over his bare chest.

As she returned her mouth to his, he worked his hands between their bodies again, engulfed her breasts with them, molded and massaged and manipulated until she wondered if she was going to come apart from this alone.

Cole guided her body upward and teased the hardened tip of her nipple with his tongue, then sucked her breast into his mouth, coaxing a needy moan from deep inside of her. The blanket fell from their shoulders and pooled around their waists, barely noticed until he switched to her other breast and the cool air hit her damp nipple.

“Cole,” she whispered.

“Mm.” He didn’t stop what he was doing to answer, and the vibration of his voice on her skin shot another current of aching need to her most female parts.

“Cole,” she tried again. “Let’s go inside.”