Esme’s POV
Our bodies were still entwined when I felt his palms grab my breasts and squeeze them firmly. The pressure was delicious, his rough hands kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over my hardened n*****s in a way that sent jolts of electricity straight to my core. He smirked at me, that wicked, knowing curve of his lips that always made my stomach flip.
I looked away, heat flooding my cheeks—not just from embarrassment, but from the raw desire pooling between my legs. Gods, how could he do this to me? Make me ache for him even when I wanted to hate him?
I don't know how someone can be this beautiful and wicked at the same time. Cole's face was a masterpiece—sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, gray eyes dark with lust, full lips that promised sin.
But beneath that beau
