She was so warm, so intensely willing beneath him. He pressed against her as she lay back, eager for it, his pulse hammering in his ears. It didn't matter if he'd been with another woman before, or ten, or a hundred. There was something distinct about Reese Amari that made him want her to a profound extent. Maybe it was her rank, maybe it was her attitude, maybe it was the guns he was sure she still had strapped to her naked thighs, but Cole didn't care to analyze it. Maybe later, but for now he was much more interested in the way her tongue curled against his, in the way her breath felt fire-warm on his skin.<br/><br/>He felt her guiding his hand and excitement spilled over into pure lust, his body reacting instantly, hips thrusting down against her own. He squeezed tightly at the swell of her breast, but gave a small, irritated groan at the fabric in the way. He broke from the kiss, biting at his lip, still wet with her taste. "C'mon, Reese, let's get to the good stuff," he said, voice low but urgent as he pulled her tank top up and away. He dropped it up above her head and leaned back, hands drifting down her sides as he settled on one ankle. He looked her over with undisguised hunger and need, biting his lip as his eyes trailed up her abdomen, over the lacy black-clothed swell of her chest, up to her eyes that burned with a need like his own.<br/><br/>He bent to peel his own shirt off, tossing it aside more carelessly once it was free. His hands settled on her hips, and he lowered himself to kiss at her belly, just above the button of her jeans. He paused, then took the fabric in his teeth and gave it a sharp tug, unfastening it with a single move. Cole kept moving, though, up her stomach, kissing and licking as he went, nuzzling her abs and across her warm, dark skin. Inch by inch he took her, tasted her, paid homage to her body. When he reached her chest he squeezed both breasts, kneading them through the fabric of her bra. He kissed along her cleave, sucking gently at the soft flesh to either side, tongue leaving wet marks as he went.<br/><br/>His hands snaked around beneath her to work the clasp of the bra, which came free after a moment's tugging. He knew what he wanted, but at the sight of her lips he forgot it for a moment. The bra was left where it was so he could kiss her, deep and full, tongue thrusting shallowly against hers as both hands cupped her jaw. He held it for only a moment before he broke to look her in the eye, once more drinking in her need as it compounded his own.<br/><br/>"Fuck, Reese," he whispered, and kissed her again, brief and rushed as he pulled her bra up and out of the way. His lips left hers with a small gasp, and both hands cupped and kneaded at her chest, sinking his fingers into each soft mound with undisguised passion. His mouth wrapped tightly around one dark nipple and he sucked, slow and hard, drawing at it until it grew stiff and hard in his mouth, then switched to the other, tongue swirling around the areola as he groaned against her flesh. He broke with a tug, smacking softly as he pulled free, his fingers closing on the stiff flesh to tug and roll it gently. "I could do this all day. Fuck, that's cheesy, but I don't even care. It's the truth."