“Cole,” she choked out, reaching between them in search of his erection.
Her intentions were clear, but he ignored the unspoken plea. Instead, he slid down her body and placed his mouth on her aching core, officially stealing all coherent thought from her brain.
She fisted the silk sheets as he made love to her with his lips, his mouth, his tongue. The sensations were almost unbearable. As her muscles went taut and her moans grew more anxious, Cole promptly climbed back up, and then he was sliding inside her in one long, delicious thrust.
Jamie came apart, her entire world exploding as stars flashed in front of her closed eyelids. She clung to him, digging her fingers into his firm buttocks as he moved inside of her in a fast, crazy rhythm.
When her heartbeat regulated and the last ripples of release faded, she found him staring down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, his sexy mouth tilted in a pleased smile. She suddenly realized that he hadn’t climaxed, that he was still hard and throbbing inside her.
“You didn’t…” She groaned as he started to move again, igniting another spark of passion in her sated body.
“Nope,” he confirmed, answering the unfinished question.
His hips rolled, eliciting a sigh from her lips.
“Last time was too fast,” he added, his voice rough, his eyes glittering with arousal. “This time…” He pulled out, then thrust in again.
“This time what?” she squeezed out, dying from his sensual ministrations.
“This time I’m going to take it nice and slow, sweetheart.” His mouth brushed over hers in a fleeting kiss. “All night long.”
“I’m too tired to move,” Cole mumbled the next morning, burrowing his head under the covers. “Just call me when the coffee’s ready.”
Jamie burst out laughing. She was already dressed in a pair of blue cotton shorts and an old Duke University T-shirt, and for some reason, she was wide awake and feeling energized, despite the endless rounds of mind-blowing sex they’d indulged in last night. Apparently their time between the sheets achieved the opposite effect on Cole, who had so far resisted every effort she’d made to drag him out of bed.
“Come on,” she cajoled. “It’s a beautiful morning. Sun is shining, birds chirping. You’re missing out.”
“Stop being so damn chipper,” came his muffled voice. “I deserve some much needed rest after what you put my body through.”
She laughed again, but decided to give up. “Fine, I’ll go downstairs and make a pot of coffee. I’ll give you a shout when it’s ready.”
“Thank the Lord.” He proceeded to roll onto his side and pull the covers over his head, effectively dismissing her.
Rolling her eyes, Jamie left the bedroom and headed down to the kitchen where she clicked on the coffee machine, then drifted to the patio door. It really was gorgeous out, the sky a cloudless blue and the sun high in the sky, its light reflecting off the sliding glass door. After pouring herself a cup of coffee, she reached for her purse, which she’d left on the kitchen counter, and rummaged around for her cell phone. With a steaming mug in one hand and her phone in the other, she stepped out on the cedar deck overlooking Cole’s backyard.
She inhaled the warm morning air, then sipped her coffee and admired the yard. It was enormous, large enough to house a swimming pool, but evidently Cole hadn’t wanted one. Not much of a swimmer?
Her chest went tight for a moment as she realized she really didn’t know much about the man whose bed she’d shared last night. He ran a real estate empire, built things with his own two hands, but what else? What did he do for fun? What books did he enjoy reading?
That she didn’t have the answers to those questions troubled her. What exactly was she doing here? And why did it bother her so much that she didn’t know every last detail about Cole? When she’d decided to act on her attraction, she’d told herself it would only be a fling, that for once in her life, she wanted to act on impulse instead of worrying about the consequences. But sleeping with him was one thing. Wanting to know him was an entirely different matter.
Setting her coffee on the wooden railing, she flipped open her phone and punched in Finn’s number, needing a distraction from her muddled thoughts. But when Finn answered, he sounded just as angry as he’d been yesterday at the clinic.
“Still alive, I see,” he said in lieu of a greeting.
Her jaw tensed. “Come on, Finn, there’s no need to be a jerk. I told you why I went with Cole.”
“Right—for his security system.”
She ignored the sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Would it kill you to admit that Cole is innocent?”