you’re right, then this is going to turn into the biggest spectacle our country has seen in years. The Iran-Contra affair is going to look like an Easter egg hunt in comparison.”
“I agree. This is only the tip of the iceberg, Cole. I’m nowhere close to finding out who framed me, but this is the trail. It’s hot—I can feel it.”
His fingers press into my skin. “Baby, you talking about the tip and hot and feeling it while you’re dressed for the hottest sex of the decade is going to do me in.”
“Cole.”
He pulls up to the Kennedy Center. Cars are lined—some dripping in luxury and others stretching around the block—dropping off socialites and movers and shakers of DC, no matter how sleezy or backstabbing they might be.
Coming to a stop, he moves his hand from my thigh to entwine his fingers through mine. Bringing my hand to his mouth, he does what he said he wouldn’t do until I begged for it—press his lips to the top of my fingers.
A kiss.
Not the one I’ve put off or the one I’ve secretly dreamed of, but a kiss all the same. He’s taken my hand plenty since this entire nightmare began, but not like this. He’s kept to his word and has held out on me.
My breath catches. Like I always am when it’s just us, I’m too transparent for my liking and his name tastes much differently on my tongue this time. “Cole.”
“Missed this,” he murmurs before catching my gaze in his killer trap. “Missed you. I miss the job, the excitement, but most of all, I miss it with you. When it was you and me … I was at my best. I’d like to think you were too.”
I swallow over the lump in my throat. “You taught me well.”
He takes my hand and I have to lean on the console to steady myself. He presses it against his cock—hard and long in his trousers—as he brushes the tip of his nose alongside mine. “I’d like to think I taught you a lot of things.”
Damn him for turning me on right here and right now. “If you’re considering laying a finger on me before I have to search out Randolph, you’d better think twice, Cole Carson. I do not need to be recovering from an orgasm before I walk in there.”
His hand finds my thigh again and slides dangerously close to Ground Zero. His smile says it all before the words fall from his lips. “We’ve done it before. I think it made you oddly more focused than your normal razor-sharp alertness.”
I give his erection a good squeeze in warning as I stop his hand from hitting its target—no matter how much my body fights my brain. It’s been so long since I’ve touched him. The feel of him and the thought of us whip into a weird little tango through my chest. “Don’t you dare.”
He tips his head in challenge. Or maybe it was because of my grip.
So, I might have squeezed his balls a bit harder than necessary. What can I say? This moment is extraordinary.
He leans in and nips at my earlobe. “I see you haven’t forgotten a thing. Been a long time, sweetness, don’t think I won’t call this whole thing off and drive you to a back alley to fuck your brains out right here in the driver’s seat. I promised not to kiss you ‘til you begged for it. Fucking you is a whole different beast and something I can’t wait to do.”
He presses into my hand before I rip it away and do the same to his, plastered to the inside of my thigh. “Not happening.”
“Baby, it’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when. And you in that dress all night? The when is going to happen a lot sooner than it would’ve otherwise. My Bella Clock is a ticking time bomb.”
A horn blares from behind us and we shift away from each other. The line of luxury vehicles cleared while we were stuck in our own sex-charged world and it seems others aren’t in the mood for patience. Cole puts it in drive and pulls up to the curb where we agreed he would drop me before parking Jarvis’s car.
I reach for the door handle but he grabs my arm first. When I turn to him, an erotic smile sits on his face. “I know it’ll be hard since all you’re thinking about is my face buried between