**Chapter 70**

ELLIE'S POV

We didn’t make it upstairs.

Cole kissed me like he was afraid I would change my mind if he gave me even a second to think. His mouth was hot and urgent, nothing like the careful way he had touched me the day before. This was hunger without patience. His hands were already under my blouse, warm and sure, sliding up to cup my breasts over the bra. When his thumbs brushed my nipples I broke the kiss with a shaky sound that didn’t sound like me.

“We shouldn’t,” I whispered.

“I know.” He said it against my mouth and kissed me again anyway.

My back...