Cole, who is leaning against the island across from me, rubs his face with both hands. I know Derek is getting on his nerves with the flirting.
“So, who are you dating, anyway?” he asks boldly.
“Me,” Cole says, lowering his hands. My jaw drops, but I quickly recover.
“You?” Derek’s eyes widen. “You’re dating Savannah?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t there some house policy?”
Cole glares at him. “My house, my rules, remember?”
“How convenient for you.” He snickers. “Nice that the boss is sticking his hand in the honey pot.”
“Weren’t you just trying to do the same, Derek?” I ask.
“Remember your rank, Agent Rent.” Cole stands and points at him. “We might live together under one roof, but you will still treat me as your superior.”
Derek shakes his head but clenches his jaw. “Yes, sir,” he says smartly as he turns and leaves the room.
“Cole,” I step close to him and grab his shirt, “take me to bed?”
He smiles down at me. “Sure, baby.”
Cole still seems annoyed when we get to his room.
I sit in the chair in front of his window and watch the snow fall, hit the window, and slowly melt, trickling down the glass in a hundred different paths.
Crash into Meby Dave Matthews Band flows through the room as the light dims. Cole moves in front of me, and my gaze drags lazily up his body. His dress shirt is open, tie removed, sleeves rolled up, hands tucked in his pockets. I feel my lips turn upward; this man is pure perfection.
He squats in front of me and grips the back of my calf, sliding his hand downward until he hits my ankle, where he gently removes my shoe. He repeats this for the other one.
I watch his stomach muscles flex as he moves about.
His dark eyes lock with mine and blaze as he hooks his arms under my legs and behind my back.
I wrap my arms around his neck as I am lifted into the air.
As he looks down at me with hooded eyes, his expression unreadable, he hesitates.
“Cole?”
His grip tightens right before he lays me gently on his bed. Peeling his shirt off and tossing it on the floor, he climbs over me. His lips find mine, and he slowly and softly swipes his tongue along the inside of my mouth.
“Let me love you the way you deserve.” He brushes my hair back from my face and tilts his head. “You are the most beautiful woman.” He kisses along my jaw, up to my ear, then stops as a long moan escapes him. “It’s like someone got inside my head, found my deepest desire, and created you.”
“Cole,” I whisper, feeling pure emotion take over, “no one has ever made me—”
His lips capture mine before I can finish. His hand travels down my side to unbuckle my pants. He pushes them down and chucks them over his shoulder.
I lean up and remove my sweater, desperate for his mouth back on me.
He whips his pants off in a flash, kissing my stomach. His hands travel up to my breasts, gently massaging them through my lace bra.
“You’re so soft,” he breathes between kisses, “so perfect.” His hot fingers release the clasp to expose my breasts to his hungry lips.
I drop my head back into the pillow as a shot of lust bursts through me.