When I was fumbling with the button on his pants, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist to stop me. “Slow down, sweetheart,” he murmured thickly. He moved my arm so it was lying on the bed beside me. “Slow down.”
I was panting and flushed, wanting to bury myself in the sensations so I could forget about everything else. I moaned in frustration and arched up into his body. “I don’t want to slow down.”
He gave me a wolfish smile. “But it will be better that way.”
Despite his words, his expression and his touch were neither teasing nor playful. They were intense, unexpectedly gentle as he pulled the t-shirt off over my hand and started to kiss and caress his way down my body.
I could see how much he liked my body by the way his eyes heated up. It was thrilling, intoxicating, that this strong, capable man wanted me so much.
His mouth closed over one of my nipples, and the soft touch was almost torturous. I couldn’t keep my hips still as I clawed lines down his back in my frustration.
“Cole, please,” I gasped, fisting one of my hands in his hair.
He lifted his head. “Let me give this to you, sweetheart.”
My mouth parted with a silent cry when his hand slipped in between my legs and found my wet arousal. Then the cry found its voice when he started to pump with two fingers.
I rode his fingers eagerly as an orgasm built up and then broke inside me. I was panting loudly when I came down from the high and my body relaxed a little.
But then Cole was being gentle again, kissing his way softly down my belly.
“Cole, please,” I said again, in a slightly different tone this time.
He looked up again at my words. “I was going to give you more. Especially after everything that’s happened. I didn’t want to be rough. I want it to be...”
He didn’t finish, but I understood what he meant. And it touched me. He was trying to careful, to be gentle, to make sure this was good for me—no matter what his own body demanded.
But he didn’t understand what I wanted at all.
I shook my head and reached up to cup his rugged face. “But I don’t want soft and gentle. I want...I need for you to be...strong.” I saw his expression change, so I repeated, “I want to feel you be strong. Please, Cole. Be strong for me.”
“Damn right, I will,” he said gruffly, the tension in his body transforming palpably. The fire blazed up in his eyes even more, and I knew that, at last, he was going to give us what we both wanted from tonight.
Eight
Cole
It was wrong.
So fucking wrong.
But for some reason, it made complete sense.
I was a selfish bastard—particularly in the bedroom. Normally, women worked for it a little. I wasn’t necessarily proud of that fact, but it was normally what I had them do. But right now with Evangeline? I wanted to be the one working—the one giving.
And I wanted to give it hard.
I wasn’t sure she knew what she was asking for. I doubt she’d ever been with someone like me. If the tabloids were to be believed, she tended to date guys who seemed a little more, shall we say, metrosexual?
So. Not. My. Thing.
I looked down at her again, her eyes were glazed with passion. Her lips were parted. And she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. All I wanted was to pound into her. To fuck her until she couldn’t remember her own name—let alone what had happened earlier.
I stood and quickly undressed before reclaiming my spot on the bed on top of her. The feel of her naked flesh beneath mine was both heaven and hell.
Taking her hands, I placed them above her head on the pillow. Her eyes went a little wide, and it made me smile. “Brace yourself, princess.” She stiffened slightly and that made me pause. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You know that, right?”
She nodded. “I know what I want, Cole. It’s just...no one’s ever...been like this with me. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
If I’d been standing, she would have brought me to my knees. “That’s not even possible,” I told her, and I meant it. Just the mere fact that she was here, that she wanted me, and she trusted me was one of the greatest moments of my life.
She squirmed beneath me, and I knew I had to do something now. “Sweetheart, I promise we’ll stop if I do anything you don’t like.”
“Cole?”
“Hmm?”
“Stop talking.”
A slow smile spread across my face before I could even stop it. I loved a woman who told me what she wanted. Rather than answer her, I gave her exactly what she wants.
Holding her hands still, I kissed her. Hard. Her tongue mated with mine, and I heard a small whimper escape but I didn’t stop.
My mouth left hers and nipped at her jaw, her throat, her collarbone—all the way to her breasts. I’d been fantasizing about these more than any man should. She was not as big breasted as the women I tended to sleep with, but she was perfect. I teased first one nipple and then the other, making her cry out. I bit at the tender flesh until she cried out again and arched beneath me.
But I didn’t stop.
Releasing her hands, I let mine begin to follow the path my mouth had just been on. Gently, my rough skin slid along hers, and I marveled at her softness. I don’t think I’d ever felt a woman with silkier skin. I could touch her for days and still not get enough.
I teased at her belly button until my hands were anchored at her waist. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” I murmured thickly. She hesitated, and I lifted my head and met her nervous gaze. It cannot even be possible that no one had ever...
“Cole.”
“I bet you taste sweet, Evangeline. Let me taste you. Please.”
Slowly, her legs opened further, and I could see the slight tremble in her thighs. My hands soothed them as I lowered my lips to taste her.
Heaven.
I heard her low, throaty sigh, and I was almost enough to make me come. I kind of felt like I was corrupting her.
“More, Cole. More,” she panted.
Never say that I don’t aim to please. I feasted on her until she was sobbing my name, and when I thought she couldn’t take anymore, I felt her come apart, my name on her lips the entire time. I soothed her. I gently stroked her thighs, her belly, her breasts as I made my way back up to her mouth and quieted her sobs with my own lips.
She wrapped around me—all long, silky limbs—and I knew I was on the brink. I broke the kiss and reached for where I’d dropped my pants and fumbled for a condom. I slipped it on in record time, a sheen of sweat forming on my body from trying to hold back.
Then I braced myself over her, holding her hands. I was going to ask if she was ready but I already knew the answer. I surged forward and watched her eyes grow wide again—something I was really beginning to love—and buried myself to the hilt.
“You’re so...you’re...”
I knew what she was going to say, and at that moment, I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want her to talk. I wanted to feel. For both of us to just feel. I ducked my head and claimed her mouth with mine again. I didn’t wait, my tongue thrust forward to dual with hers just as I began to move inside of her.
There was no slow build up.
There was no time to get acquainted.
I didn’t do emotional with sex. I fucked. I liked to fuck. And on any given day, with any given woman, I liked to fuck hard. That was what my body was doing, and Evangeline was going wild beneath me—meeting me thrust for thrust and loving it. But my head? My heart? Well, something was going on there, and I couldn’t stop to examine it too closely.
So I let my body do what it does best.
She was so tight around me. So wet. So...everything.
“Come for me, baby,” I whispered against her ear. “Do it for me again.”
“I can’t,” she murmured, her head thrashing back and forth. I pounded into her harder and harder, my grip on her hands near brutal.
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�Come on, sweetheart. Do it for me.” I shifted just slightly and hit the spot that sent her soaring. Evangeline screamed my name as she wrapped herself so tight around me that there was no way to tell where one body ended and the other began.
It was fucking awesome.
I did my best to hold back, to let her have her moment, but I couldn’t. The feel of her, the sound of her, the smell of her—I was on sensory overload. This time it was me crying out her name as I came. I couldn’t stop myself. Sex was never personal for me before, but this time it was.
It so fucking was.
***
It was about four in the morning, and I was staring at the ceiling. I hadn’t slept at all. Beside me, Evangeline was curled against me with her hand on my chest and one leg thrown over mine. We’d made love several more times over the course of the night—each more explosive than the next.
Turned out she likes it a little rough.
I couldn’t help but smile. The woman was constantly surprising me.
I should have been sleeping. I needed the rest—especially after everything we’d just done, but I couldn’t. I was in foreign territory, and my mind was spinning out of control. I didn’t do the all night thing. Not the sex. That was never been a problem. But staying until morning? Uh...yeah. That was the issue.
As good as Evangeline felt in my arms, I couldn’t help feeling that I wanted to leave. I stopped. No. That wasn’t right. I kept thinking that I should want to leave. It was weird. I wasn’t...I wasn’t mentally prepared for this. Last night was amazing. It was every fantasy come true, but we were both keyed up—in a charged situation. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
When she woke up, I was going to need to make sure she understood that. This didn’t make us a couple, and there was certainly no future in it. It was a one-time thing.
Okay, technically, it was a three-time thing, but that was it. No more. I’d just rest my eyes for a minute, and then I was going to get up, put on my pants, and go sleep on the lounge like I had originally planned.
It was what I had to do.
The next time I opened my eyes, the sun was up, and Evangeline was on top of me kissing my chest. Her movements were slow and languid, and she was so warm that I had to hold her close with one hand while the other anchored itself in her glorious mane of hair.
She whispered my name as she moved her way down my body, much like I had done to hers last night. And when I felt her breath teasing at my hardened length, I was lost.
Okay, so it was going to be a four-time thing. And I was completely okay with it.
***
I did eventually get up from the bed. It wasn’t easy, but I managed it.
Evangeline had fallen back to sleep after our latest romp, and I knew I needed to get up and call the guys and let them know what was going on. Things were getting a bit out of control, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was stumped as to what was going on with this case. I was no closer to finding the stalker, and now that I’d slept with Evangeline, I wasn’t sure how objective I could be.
I was not sharing that last bit of information with the guys. For starters, I’d been giving them all shit since we started doing this about their love lives. I knew they were all just itching for the chance to return the favor. The only difference between me and them was the fact that they were in love with the women they got involved with. I was not in love with Evangeline, but I was sure they’d try to tell me otherwise.
My lips were sealed.
I dialed Levi first because he was the one who gets the whole conference-call thing going all the time. I would give him the basics and wait while he got the guys on the line.
“Cole, hey,” Levi said a little sleepily as he answered the phone. “What’s up?”
I told him about the break-in at Evangeline’s apartment. “We’re at Sebastian’s family’s place now. I just thought you guys should know and wanted to get some insight. I’m losing my fucking mind on this case, trying to figure out what the hell’s going on, but the list of potential suspects never seems to shrink.”
“That’s because she’s a public figure. The threat could be coming from anywhere in the world. It might not be someone who is acting alone. It could be...” He stopped. “You know what? Let me get Seb and Declan on the line, and we’ll talk about it. Hang on a sec while I get them.”
“Great. Thank, Levi.” Levi was one of the good guys. He was the most level-headed one of the group. He was a good leader and a good friend. He knew when to call bullshit and when to play cheerleader. I already felt better after our brief conversation.
Two minutes later, the four of us were on the line. “How is Evangeline?” Sebastian asked, concern lacing his tone.
“She’s shook up, Seb. She doesn’t feel safe anywhere, and I can’t blame her. I can’t figure out how anyone got in, but last night I didn’t take the time to do the questioning. It was a crap shoot, and my main concern was to get her out of there. I know you guys might not agree but—”
“No, no,” Sebastian said, “you did the right thing. I had some of our guys go over there with the local police last night and look everything over, check for prints, and all that stuff. I haven’t heard back from anyone yet. But I planned on following up this morning.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.” I did. But at the same time, I hated that someone had to come in and clean up after me. They’d all had their share of cases, and in all of them, they tended to be able to wrap them up themselves.
“Okay, so let’s wait until we get a report back this morning before we jump to any conclusions. The important thing is to keep Evangeline safe. Is everything all right there, Cole?” Declan asked.
“Yeah. This place is guarded as well as Fort Knox. We got in last night, and I know no one followed us. I’ve got all the blinds closed and curtains drawn. It’s like a cave in here, but I don’t want anyone seeing in.”
“That’s good. You just focus on keeping her calm,” Levi said. “Sebastian, I want you to follow up with our guys and see what they found at Evangeline’s apartment. I’m going to get in touch with Evangeline’s security people and let them know that something’s happened, but I’m not going to tell them what. As far as I’m concerned, they’re still suspects too. Declan, I’d like you to try and get a lead on any film footage of the movie set and from the area around where Cole and Evangeline have been staying. Anything. Parking lot cameras, fan video, anything. We’ll have our guys analyze it and see who’s showing up when they shouldn’t be.”
“What about me?” I asked.
“Just keep Evangeline safe and inside,” Sebastian said. “That’s the most important thing right now.
“Great. So you’re all doing my job, and I have to sit here and play fucking babysitter? I’m not useless, you know! I realize this shit went down on my watch, but that doesn’t mean I have to be treated like an idiot.”
“No one’s treating you like an idiot, Cole,” Levi said diplomatically. “You’ve built a relationship with Evangeline. She trusts you. She needs a bodyguard, and you’re right there. It only makes sense for you to stay close to her.”
“What? I’m not close to her! What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh, no,” Sebastian muttered and then cursed. “Please tell me you haven’t done anything stupid. Tell me you didn’t sleep with her.”
“Fuck you, Sebastian,” I said. “Unlike the rest of you, I don’t fuck around on the job. I’m here because you forced me to be here. I can’t wait for this case to be over so I can get the hell out of here!”
“Okay, okay,” Levi interrupted. “Everyone go back to their corners. It’s too early in the morning for fighting.” He sighed. “Is everyone clear on what they need to do?”
We all murmured our agreement.
“Well, while I have you all on the phone, I have some other news.”
“Please tell me you’re not having another baby already,” Declan teased.
Levi chuckled. “Definitely not. It’s
hard to believe that such a small person is so loud and demanding. He’s running the show around here, and Harper and I are dying for a full-night’s sleep.”
“You’ll get there eventually,” Sebastian said. “And you’ll forget all about these nights.”
“I don’t know about that.” He paused. “The report on Gavin is going to be released in two weeks. I got the call asking if we wanted to be there in D.C. when it’s read.”
Shit.
“What did you tell them?” Declan asked.
“I told them I’d talk to all of you. And now I am.”
“Are you going?” he asked again.
“I am,” Levi said. “I think I need to.”
“Me too,” Sebastian said and Declan immediately agreed.
That left me. Dammit.
“As long as this case is over, I’ll be there too,” I said reluctantly.
“If it’s not, we’ll send a team over to keep an eye on Evangeline for the day so you can come with us. I think we owe it to Gavin to all be there together.”
I knew it was the right thing to do, but I still didn’t want to do it. Unfortunately, I didn’t see a way out.
“Yeah, okay.”
“All right. So we’re all on the same page,” Levi confirmed and then got back to business. “Seb, call as soon as you hear anything.”
“I will,” he replied and then paused. “Cole?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m serious, man, don’t fuck this up. Do not sleep with her.”
“What’s the matter? I’m not good enough for your friend?”
Sebastian huffed with annoyance. “Seriously? What is it with you?”
“Why the warning then?”
“Look, all I’m saying is that this is a...special case. She’s a celebrity. She’s in the spotlight, and right now she’s completely freaked out and vulnerable. Just don’t do anything stupid.”
“Whatever. Don’t worry. My low-life hands won’t touch your pristine little friend.” Again. “So save your worrying for someone else.”
“Cole,” he said with exasperation.
“What?” I snapped.
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