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the sensuality of the gesture.
    He swallowed hard , and his eyes settled on her breasts. “Fuck.”
    Her nipples tightened painfully.
    She dragged his mouth to hers and poured her need into a kiss. She wanted to ask him if he could ever love her, really love her, but fear held her back.
    Instead, frowning up at him and cupping his face in her hands she asked , “Do you really think I’m pretty?”
    She winced at her own childish insecurity. It wasn’t that she was particularly unattractive; plain maybe. Cute on a good day. Her eyes were more grey than blue, and while she was thin enough, she couldn’t call herself shapely. She was an average girl in love with a man who could easily turn the heads of truly beautiful woman, and she’d known it for as long as she could remember.
    Cole looked confused for a moment, as though he didn’t understand the question . He’d probably never been with someone who’d make such a lame inquiry while in bed.
    He brushed her hair away from her face and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “You’re wicked pretty, Ki. Don’t you know that yet?”
    His crooked grin made her entire body warm.
    His hand slid up to cover her breast. She gasped as her nipple peaked hard and tight. Each tiny movement of his palm made her twitch.
    “Wow. I think you like that an awful lot.” Grinning with self-satisfaction, he lowered his mouth to her other breast and flicked at her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
    She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him in place. The swirl of his tongue sent spikes of pleasure on an express route down her body to join the aching between her legs. He settled his lips around her nipple and pulled. When she moaned, he moved to the other breast and repeated the entire process. Lick. Swirl. Suck.

Chapter Eight
    KILEY MADE THE SEXIEST sounds he’d ever heard. There was a whole symphony of them: gasps, moans, and sighs. But Cole’s favorites were the tiny whimpers that seemed far too needy to come from his fierce and independent girl.
    Using his teeth, h e tugged on her nipple as gently as he could and was rewarded with a perfectly hot groan and a raspy demand for more. She pulled his hair and writhed beneath him. Cole slid his hand down her side, marveling at the softness of her skin before grabbing her hips with both hands. He kneeled between her thighs and kissed a path from the valley between her breasts to the dip of her belly button, circling it with the tip of his tongue.
    “Oh!”
    “Mmm-hmm.” He rubbed his nose against her lower abdomen. It was even better than he’d expected; she was exquisite, passionate, everything he’d hoped for. Well, almost everything. He couldn’t help wishing she’d let him in her head a little bit. Did she finally see what they could be together?
    He traced one of the white clouds printed on her panties with his fingertip. “Forecast for me, girly. What kind of clouds am I looking at?”
    She laughed and pushed her elbows against the mattress to lift her shoulders and look down at him. “Cumulus.”
    He touched a cloud on her hip. “Is that good?”
    She shrugged. “Depends. There’s moisture in the air or else there wouldn’t be any clouds at all. They could easily become cumulonimbus and then there’d be rain.”
    “I suppose you’ve got a channel all picked out.”
    “What?” Her nose wrinkled.
    She was probably confused by the abrupt change in subject, but Cole couldn’t quite keep his questions about their future on the back burner. They were too loud, too big. Could this one night really be all they’d have? Could he live with only a taste of what he wanted to have forever?
    “To do the weather on ,” he explained.
    She laughed. “I’m not on the television track. I did my internship forecasting for agricultu re. It’s more like a desk job, lots of time staring at a computer—no fame or fortune.”
    “Hmm.” Cole tapped her nose. So fucking cute. Her meteorology degree made more sense now. Kiley