I don’t have to see to know I’m right.
“We should follow them,” I say on a rushed whisper.
“Can’t.”
“Why not?”
“They went to his office.”
“It should be safe to leave then,” I ask more than say, feeling light-headed. The space is too small. Crammed.
He’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time, surrounding me fully.
The air grows more stifling by the minute. I don’t like how close we are. His presence, the forced proximity, his scent, it’s all suffocating.He’ssuffocating. It’s making me breathless.
It also doesn’t help that he’s still shirtless. It’s dark, but I have the memory.
“Yeah,” he agrees. Tingles zip down my spine like shards of ice when I feel him at my back. “But I know you’re interested. Intrigued, same as I am.”
His breath peppers my skin from behind me. Igniting goosebumps like an inferno from my neck down to the middle of my back.
I gulp, agreeing I am but not about Silas or Lorna anymore.
“Aren’t you curious to see how long they stay in there?” Tone raspier than before and it makes my toes curl.
That familiar buzz of electricity. It sizzles, popping as it bursts like an explosion between us. It’s been here long since before we’d trapped ourselves in this room.
He feels it too, that spark. I know he does. How can he not when it’s consuming me?
“Can you turn on the light?” I huff out, not trusting myself.
“Someone could see the light underneath the door and come wondering.”
He’s right, but do I care? I’m not so sure anymore.
His tongue flicks at my earlobe lightly. More chills break out on top of my already sensitive skin.
“But I’m up for chancing it if you are, Princess.” Voice a honeyed whisper that drives me absolutely delirious.
The softness of his chuckle spreads like wildfire around the small space. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s working.
My eyes slam shut. Fuck.
He leans his forehead into my hair, and I hear him breathe me in. It’s primal. Those skilled fingers latch on to my hip in the next instant. Holding me in place.
I gasp at the closeness. Somehow, he’s nearer than he already was before. Or maybe it’s just because he’s finally put his hands on me.
My outstretched palms flatten on the door as my breathing turns more erratic. Every fiber of my being stands at attention for him.
“Cole…”
That pressure, the familiar tightness between my legs grows worse. My need for him is as intoxicating as it is burning.
It’s been too long.
I jump at the feel of his hands on my bare stomach, flicking up a corner of my shirt. The calluses on his fingers scratch my skin. The movement causes my back to arch.
This working in his favor. My butt hitting that perfect spot between his legs in my jitteriness.