He clears his throat and wraps an arm around my waist, encouraging me to walk with him. I tuck myself in close, thinking how happy I am when we are together. Things seem to make sense, and so much of my worry floats away when I’m wrapped in Cole’s arms.
“Want to get a coffee?” he asks, nuzzling my head with his cold nose. He nods toward a tiny coffee shop across the street. I spot his SUV and reach in his pocket and pull out his keys.
“I actually think I’d like to get back to my apartment,” I say, dangling the keys. His eyes darken and he snatches them from my fingers. I laugh as he hurries me over and into the shelter of his truck.
The short drive to my place has me nearly crawling out of my skin. I feel like if his hands aren’t on me in a matter of seconds, I’m going to lose it. He pulls into the parking lot toward the back, but when he goes to open the door, I stop him.
“What?” He scans the lot, wondering what he’s missing.
The snow quickly covers the windows, hiding us from peeping eyes. I peel off my coat and crawl on to his lap. “Wow, Savannah, here?” I hold his face and swoop down to catch his bottom lip, giving it a nibble. His hands glide to my thighs, pushing my dress up. He growls when he feels I’m once again commando. “Jesus, baby,” he mutters as he swipes his fingers between my folds, discovering how completely soaked I am.
I feel almost feverish with lust. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I can’t help my hands that are nearly clawing at his belt. He must sense my need because he lifts up and pushes down his pants and stands up his erection for me. I slide down, tossing my head back with a throaty moan.
He shifts his seat back to give us some more room. I grab the seat, raising myself a little off him, and start moving my hips in a slow, sexy roll. He grabs my ass, feeling the movement.
“Holy Christ, baby,” he pants, kissing my neck. “That feels so damn good.”
I feel my wild side begging to come out. I try to keep it back, but it’s taking hold of me. My need for hard, animal sex is surfacing. I squeeze him hard as I flick forward. He grasps my hips and hauls me down. Then I see it. Dominating Cole is starting to show.Perfect!I squeeze one more time and muster all my will and slow my pace. It’s not easy when my head is screaming for me to go on.
“Oh, hell no,” he grunts, shifting me so I’m under him. He flattens the seat as he pulls out. “Up on your knees,” he commands. I do, though the space is small, and he is so big. I manage and feel his hands grip my hips. He thrusts back in and props one foot up and kneels on the other. He slams me backward…over…and over…and over. I’m so lost in my build-up I couldn’t care less if anyone sees the car moving. Ineedthis!
“Harder!” I scream. He reaches around and circles the perfect spot, and I go off, screaming his name into the chilly night fogging the glass all around us.
“Fuck, baby,” Cole grunts from behind me, “you make me wild. Sometimes I’m scared I’m going to hurt you.”
I swallow and try to moisten my dry mouth. “You won’t.” I shift and pull my dress back down. I scramble to the back seat so he has some room to get his pants on.
We skip the stairs and use the elevator instead. I sink into his side, feeling very relaxed and satisfied.
It isn’t until we’re in bed, naked and wrapped into each other’s arms, that I ask a question. “Cole?”
“Mmm?” he says sleepily.
“Was The American telling the truth about Roth? Was he the one taking the photos?”
Cole pulls me a little closer. “Yeah, he was being paid pretty good to do it too.”
“I’m sorry.”
He yawns. “When I went to tell him he made it, my gut told me something was off. I’m glad I followed it. I’m even happier you remembered so he could be confronted.”
I turn to see him over my shoulder. “So, he confessed?”
“Not at first, but when we told him The American outed him, he cooperated. He’ll go to jail for a few years, but most of all, the Army is kicking him out.”
“Good.”
He doesn’t deserve to fight.
Chapter Seven
I wake to beads of sweat across my forehead and a strong urge to vomit last night’s dinner. I roll out of bed and rush to the restroom. I barely make it before I’m cupping my mouth. I heave and retch for what seems like fifteen minutes. By the time I’m done, I am miserable. Somehow, I make it back to my empty bed and sleep for another few hours. The nausea doesn’t subside even during my restless sleep. By the time I give in and dry heave, I decide I need to make a doctor’s appointment today. I call and am relieved they’re able to see me right away.
The waiting room is quiet, only me and another woman who looks like she’s as sick as I am. Shit! I hope I don’t have some crazy flu. She glances over and smiles a little, then rummages inside her purse and pulls something out. She leans over and hands it to me. It’s a roll of Arrowroot cookies.
“Try one. I promise it’ll help.” She nods.
I slip one out and nibble on the end. “Thanks.” I try to force the cookie, but it takes a lot of willpower. My stomach is dead set against me feeling better.