I hear him laugh as I open my eyes and squint, focusing on his jawline. He has a five o’clock shadow that’s begging my fingers to trace along the outline.
“You’re very handsome, you know that?”
“And you’re very beautiful.”
“I’m engaged,” I joke.
“Oh, baby, the only guy who will ever have a ring on that finger of yours is me.”
My heart stops—did he just say that? I decide to see if he did.
“Mmm, Savannah Logan, I rather like the sound of that.”
“Me too.” He pulls back the blankets and sits me on his bed.
Huh, I guess he did.“You’re very confident,” I say with a grin.
“I’m confident when I know I’m right about something.”
“Wait, you just walked me through the front door of your bedroom.” I look around. “Someone will see!”
“I don’t care. Arms up.”
I do, falling forward. “I think I might be really drunk, which is bad, because drunk girls are not flattering.”
He pulls off my top and replaces it with one of his t-shirts. “Well, I kind of like you like this.” I smile at his words. He leans me back and starts undoing my pants.
I grin, lifting my hips off the bed.
“I know that look.” He smiles back at me. “And trust me, baby, there’s nothing I want to do more than to sink myself deep inside you. But I will not have our first time end with you passing out on me.”
I moan. “I love that you’re such a gentleman.” He pulls my pants off and looks down at my panties.
“Yeah…it feels great right now,” he says sarcastically, closing his eyes and taking a moment. “Come on, under the blankets you go,” he says as he tucks me in.
“You’re still dressed.” I yawn.
“I am.” He sighs. “I still have some work to do.”
The room is spinning. I watch him shake two different pills into my hand.
“Take these.” He supports me and helps me drink some water. Way too out of it to even ask what they are, I close my eyes and feel him stroke my hair.
“Will you come to me later?” I mumble as I drift off to sleep.
“I always will.”
Cole
Cole pours himself a fourth cup of coffee. He is beyond beat. He only got two hours of sleep on his office couch while going over reports for York’s case. Frank is arriving in twenty, and he needs to get his head in the game. Outside his window, he sees the guys heading up the mountain for their morning training, and he wishes he could join them and burn off some tension.
Checking the time to ensure he catches Savannah before she leaves for the spa, he hurries down the hallway and finds her pulling on her jacket in the entryway as she chats with his mother.
“Hey, I thought you were training with the guys.” She smiles up at him.
“I wish,” he mutters. “Can I speak with you for a moment?” She follows him into a room.
“What’s wrong?” She runs her hand across his morning scruff. “Did you get any sleep last night?”