Collision Force (19 page)

He laughed, caressing her cheek with his thumb, tracing the freckles along the bridge of her nose.
Thank God she quit thinking.

“By all means, continue. We can’t have that.”

She flashed a smile that made his heart thud and his cock throb. When she got his shirt open, Andi placed both palms flat to the hard planes of his chest. She stroked him, following his defined lines. Cole gasped. Her touch made his blood boil.

He had an intense need to throw her down on any surface, strip her and
take
her. How much had he had to drink? Control wavered. Swallowing hard, he groaned as her thumbs teased his nipples to hard peaks. He shifted back and forth on his feet.

Smiling, she slipped her hands onto his shoulders, pushing his shirt back to expose more skin. Andi explored him, taking much more time than he’d allowed her last night. He craved her touch. But at the same time, Cole burned to be inside her.

She reached for the fly of his jeans and he jumped. Andi froze. Big blue eyes met his gaze. “You okay?”

“You’re killing me.”

Andi grinned and kissed him. The little vixen knew
exactly
what she was doing, and liked it.

He devoured her, taking control and shoving into her mouth with his tongue. Cole yanked her into his arms. Sliding his hands down her back, he cupped her bottom and rocked into her, pushing his hard cock into her softness, but it wasn’t enough.

She snaked her arms around his neck. Cole lifted her higher and Andi wrapped her legs around his waist.

Cole pushed her against the kitchen wall. She clung to him before pulling away to take a breath. They panted against each other.

“Sorry, that was rough,” Cole said, working his fingers under her shirt, brushing the soft skin of her stomach.

“Bedroom?” she gasped.

Nodding, he fused their mouths. If he could run as he carried her, he would have. Her hands were hot on his back, her lips on his throat, his cheeks, his neck. Nipping, kissing, driving him crazy.

He plopped her down at the centre of her bed without finesse. They both laughed. Cole paused, looking down into her gorgeous smiling face. When was the last time he’d had fun with a lover?

She lifted her hips and he helped her shimmy out of her jeans and panties, tossing them over his shoulder, no care for where they landed. Andi laughed again and reached for him.

Cole kissed her, shooting his hand between her legs. He groaned, moving his fingers over her slick folds, taking a moment to tease her clit. She was already ready for him and pushed up into his hand.

He parted their mouths. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one wet.” He grinned.

Andi turned scarlet, but didn’t look away. “Something’s wrong with this picture.”

“What’s that?”

“You have no top, I have no bottoms.”

Cole chuckled and stood at the edge of her bed.

“Lose the jeans, Agent Lucas,” she breathed, eyes devouring him.

He bit his lip to keep from making a sound. God, the look on her face made him burn. Something was wrong with him to have this much desire for her. Two beers screwed his head up more than normal.

Unzipping his fly, Cole did her bidding, banishing all thought. He needed to follow his own advice.
Stop thinking, you idiot.
She’s ripe and ready, in a bed. She wants you. So take her. Make her scream your name just like last night.

He forced a curt nod and stomped out of his jeans and boxer briefs. Turning back to the bed, he froze. Andi had lost the shirt, bra and ponytail. Her dark hair teased her shoulders. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, crawling up to her from the end of the bed. His cock pounded.

One look at her full nakedness and he was about to lose it like a teenager. He’d already seen her, had her, last night. Tonight should be no different. But lust thundered through his blood. He ignored it and focused on her.

Andi’s cheeks were pink again, freckles standing out, and a smile played at his lips. If he pointed out how hot the blush looked on her she’d throttle him, so Cole kept his thoughts in his head.

He leant down and placed a tender kiss to her mouth. Trailing his lips along her neck and collarbone, she buried her hands in his dark hair and let him taste her. Cole continued on, lavishing each nipple with attention until she writhed beneath him, whimpering like before. He could get used to the little sounds she made. He’d taste her all over, but he needed her kiss again, so he headed back up, pressing his lips to her cheek, her forehead and finally her lips. She opened for him from head to foot, her mouth, her arms, her thighs.

An unmanly shiver went down his spine, but Cole disregarded it and lowered himself over her. Their skin touched as Andi arched into him, breasts to chest, hips to hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

His heart pounded in his ears as her mouth seared his. Letting her lead the kiss, he mated his tongue to hers as she explored his mouth. Her heart echoed his, thumping hard against his chest.

Cole
needed
to be inside her.

As if she’d read his mind, Andi cupped and squeezed his ass, yanking him flush against her sex. He bit back a yelp as the tip of his cock parted her folds without guidance from his hand. Pleasure shot into him.

She pressed her pelvis to his—he was lost. He fell into her, kissing her harder. Andi was right there with him, meeting his first thrust.

He cried out, but the sound was lost in the heated kiss as they started to move together. Grabbing her hips, he propelled forward over and over, thrusting to the hilt. Andi arched into him, flattening her breasts against his chest and gripping his shoulders, nails digging in. Cole didn’t care. She could make him bleed.

Andi ran her hands all over the wide expanse of his back, but settled on his biceps as he moved even faster. She writhed under him.
God
, she was killing him, moving with him and clinging when his thrusts took him away.

Her inner muscles clutched him, her sudden orgasm making the pressure in his lower back too much to bear. He was close…so close.

Cole swallowed her scream of his name by taking her mouth desperately. He thrust hard once, twice and, devouring her in rhythm, he grunted as his cock jerked and he spilled himself inside her. Her core contracted against him in waves and he moaned into her mouth, struggling for control as the intensity clouded his brain.

Andi clung to him as Cole rocked against her. He wasn’t ready to pull out, to part himself from her luscious body.

Aftershocks of their shared pleasure rolled over him. He crushed her against his chest to stave off the tremble that threatened his legs…arms…everything.

What the hell had she done to him?

Cole lifted his head. Her skin glistened, lips kiss-swollen, chestnut locks mussed and whole body flushed pink. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Half-lidded blue eyes met his. “Cole?” she whispered.

They both panted hard, her breasts heaving against his chest.

He flashed a smile and took her mouth. The kiss he’d intended to be tender quickly became more, her fingers slipping down his back and cupping his ass again. He shifted against her, wishing his cock was ready for round two.

Ending the kiss, he tried to pull away, but she held him tight. He couldn’t think. His thoughts spun, chaos that made no sense. “Did you feel it, Andi? The magic between us?” The words tumbled from his lips, and he froze.

What
did he just say? Out loud?
Shit.

Cole held his breath and waited.

“Yes,” she whispered, holding his gaze.

His heart thumped. Damn, her answer…mattered. What the
fuck
was wrong with him?

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he croaked.

She nodded and loosened her hold. Cole had no desire to pull away from her. Loss hit him as his now flaccid cock slipped from her body.

Wait
. His
naked
cock.

No condom
. No protection?
Shit.

Andi noticed where his gaze landed. She sat up and their eyes met.

“I’m sorry.”

She reached for his hand and entwined their fingers, pressing a kiss into his knuckles. “It…felt wonderful.” Her cheeks reddened, but she didn’t look away. “I’m not sorry.”

“But… I finished inside…”

“One time won’t matter,” Andi answered, leaning in to kiss him.

Cole cupped her face and nodded. What the hell else could he say? She had him so wadded up, he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

He slipped from the bed, needing a moment alone. He told her he’d get something to clean her up and closed the bathroom door. Cole sank his hand into his hair and dragged it down his face over the stubble on his cheek.

It took fifteen minutes to shut his head off and calm his racing heart. When he went back to her, Andi was curled on her side, looking magnificent as she slept.

Damn, he’d taken so long she’d passed out on him.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Cole kissed the crown of her head. Her breathing was a deep, even rhythm. She didn’t stir as he grabbed her comforter and sheet and covered them, pulling her into his arms.

Andi nestled close, as if she’d done it hundreds of times. He could hold her forever. Contentment settled over him and scared the shit out of him. He caressed her hair, running his fingers through the thick locks, brushing her shoulders, her back, as she nestled closer. She sighed in her sleep and Cole smiled as he pressed another kiss to her forehead.

One time won’t matter
, she’d said. What would happen if it
did
matter?

A picture popped into his head, Andi caressing a tummy rounded with…his baby.

Cole jolted and he glanced down at the woman in his arms.

Never,
ever
had he planned on kids.

He’d never even had a relationship that’d lasted more than a month.

Ethan was great, but the little boy was hers.
Not
his. Would never
be
his, and that was fine. It was
great.
He’d didn’t want more. So why did that bother him?

What if he’d knocked her up tonight?

“Jesus, something’s wrong with you,” he whispered.

What happened to a few fucks then she was out of his system?

Andi was the same as all the others, right?

Right?

She shifted against him as if she could read his mind and didn’t like his thoughts. He was so full of shit she knew it in her sleep.

God, Cole was
screwed.

“Well, Andi… I promise I’ll be there for you, if one time
does
matter,” Cole whispered against her temple, cursing the
rightness
of that statement. He crushed his eyes shut and ignored the pounding of his heart.

“Just go to sleep, asshole,” he told himself, shaking his head.

Andi sighed and smiled in her sleep. Cole pulled her closer.

He was
so
screwed.

Chapter Seventeen

Carlo watched the house for hours. Cars came and went. Mothers with baby carriages took strolls down the sidewalk. He sat unnoticed in the late model sedan he’d jacked from the mall parking lot. The grey Camry wasn’t too old, wasn’t too new. He was practically invisible. He’d chosen well, and the tinted windows were a Godsend.

It had taken the bastard two days to get back to him, and three more to finalise his plan, but Bruno would be in town soon. Until then, Carlo would handle this shit himself. He’d get the girl, Cole Lucas would come after her and he’d have his former boss’s attention.

It would be easy, too.

That stupid ass Lucas was so into his woman he hadn’t even seen Carlo once, as many times as he’d watched them go into that house.
Fool
. He
never
would have thought it possible the bastard would be cowed for a woman. No pussy was that good. No doubt Lucas was hittin’ that.

Finally a green Honda Civic pulled into the driveway next to Cole’s woman’s house. He knew from watching that the girl lived next door with only her mother.

“Dammit.”

Two teens got out of the car, a sandy-haired boy, seventeen or eighteen. The girl stood by, swinging a purple backpack to her shoulder while he opened the back passenger door. They chatted, but he couldn’t hear their conversation.

The kid helped Cole’s woman’s boy out of the back seat, and he hopped up and down in place as soon as his small feet hit the pavement. The girl laughed, taking the little boy’s hand. The elder male leaned in and kissed her.

“Oh, Jesus,” Carlo muttered.

Then the kid grabbed his own backpack from the car and waved. Both the girl and the little boy waved back as the teen jogged down the street.

“See you later,” the girl yelled. That Carlo heard, even with the window open only a crack. He threw another gesture over his shoulder and she flashed a starry-eyed grin before he disappeared around the corner.

Carlo shook his head. “Too bad she won’t be here when you get back, loverboy.”

He waited for them to get into the house. The little boy had to jump up each step. She was patient with him, holding his hand, but Carlo cursed each leap until they made it to the top. Why the hell did kids do those things? It was three fucking stairs. No need for it to take ten minutes to hit the porch.

The door closed and he took a deep breath. This was it. Nice and easy, like a smash and grab. He would get her to his car and tie her up, then he was in business. Caselli would give him money and a ride and get the traitor as a bonus.

Carlo crossed the street with minimal protest from his healing wounds—antibiotics and pain meds did wonders. His limp wasn’t even that pronounced.

The butt of his gun inside his jacket firmly grasped, he reached for the doorbell with the other.

Ding dong.
He waited.

Just before he was going to press it again, she wrenched the door open.

“Matt, did you forg—” The grin on the girl’s face faded a bit when she saw him, but her expression was still pleasant. “Oh, sorry I thought you were someone else. Can I help you?”