Unable to stop himself, he smoothed a lock of hair from her forehead.
Complicated, he whispered one more time.
Her lips parted, softly, invitingly. He should have known the second he got her alone, hed give in to the cravings. He cupped her cheeks, pulling her closer. His lips closed over hers and relief roared through his body.
Hed been watching her all day, wanting her all day. She was under his skin and into his brain in a way that he couldnt control.
He kissed her harder, stepping toward her, pressing her back against the door. A bronc had blasted off inside him, and there was nothing he could do but hang on for the ride.
He tipped his head to find a better angle, and she came alive under his hands, all movement and sound and scent.
This was good. This was right. This was more than hed ever found in any other woman. He stopped thinking about the Thunderbolt. He stopped thinking about Katie. He stopped thinking about plots and plans and deceptions.
There was only Sydney, her taste and her touch.
Cole, she breathed, her fingertips tightening on his shoulders.
I know. He kissed her eyelids.
This is complicated.
This is inevitable.
She paused for a second. Maybe.
Absolutely. He slipped his hand under her shirt, skimming across the small of her back. Her skin was sinfully warm, sinfully soft. She was a treasure he hadnt earned and didnt deserve.
We can stop, he whispered reassuringly, kissing his way along the crook of her neck. You say when.
Not yet, she whispered back.
Thank God, he sighed.
Her hand inched its way slowly up between them and, one by one, she popped the buttons on his shirt. When the last one gave way, she burrowed inside the fabric.
He kissed the top of her head and rocked her in his arms. He wanted to carry her to his bed, press himself against her-kiss her, talk to her, make love with her, simply breathe the same air. Whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it.
She kissed his chest, her hot tongue flicking out to sear his skin.
He struggled for air as passion commandeered his senses. Were pushing it, he warned.
She kissed him again. Lets push it further.
He pulled back and gazed down at her. Her lips were swollen, her eyes were slumberous and her hair was tousled out like a halo.
You want to make love? he asked.
Yeah.
You sure?
She smoothed her palms up the front of his chest. Youre right. Its inevitable.
Five
Sydney held her breath, wondering if Cole might actually refuse.
I want you so bad, he said instead.
Her breath whooshed out. You had me worried there for a second, cowboy.
He shook his head, smoothing back her hair. Dont you worry. Dont you ever worry.
Something settled deep inside her and her worries vanished.
Cole had to be the most honest and honorable man shed ever met. Yeah, he was getting in her way over the Thunderbolt. But he was doing it out of respect for his family.
Unlike the men shed dated in New York, unlike some of her colleagues and contacts at the museum, everything shed seen, everything hed done, told her Cole was a man to be trusted.
Shed missed trust.
Shed missed honor.
She wanted him and he wanted her. It didnt get much more honest than that.
She focused on the feel of his rough palm against her scalp. His eyes burned smoky-blue, and she felt like the most desirable woman in the world. Her lashes grew heavy and she tilted her head into the sensation of Cole.
His palm cupped her face and he kissed her eyes. Her body felt as if it were drifting on air, soaring up to the ceiling. The dying fire gave off a faint, distinct tang. The creek roared over boulders outside the window, and Cole left trails of shooting sparks wherever he touched.
She tasted his salty skin, then she squeezed his hard body tighter and tighter until she was safe and surrounded by his warmth. He lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. Nobody had ever carried her before. He started to walk, and she was sorry the bedroom was so close.
Hold me for a minute, she said when they got there.
His arms flexed. No problem.
She sighed against his chest. You think you could stop time? Right here? Right now?
I wish I could.
Try really, really hard.
His chuckle rumbled through her. I can go slow.
Easy for you, maybe.
Nope. Not easy at all.
But youd do it for me?
Ill do anything for you. Just say the word.
Let me into your world, she wanted to say. Not just your bed, but your heart and your soul.
But that was impossible. They had here and now, and that was all. She forced a light note into her voice.
Get naked.
Okay. But that might speed things up a little.
Or I could get naked.
That would be worse. His voice sounded strangled.
She struggled to push his shirt from his shoulders. Lets play with fire.
He slowly lowered her feet to the floor. Sydney, Ive been playing with fire since the first second I laid eyes on you.
She took a shaky step back and reached for the hem of her T-shirt. He stared down at her with such longing and reverence that a shudder ran straight through her body. She peeled the shirt over her head, gauging his reaction, loving his reaction.
His nostrils flared and his gaze latched onto her lacy bra. Without a word, he shucked his own shirt.
She stared unabashedly at the play of muscles across his chest. You think we want this so bad, because we know we shouldnt?
Yeah. He nodded. It probably has nothing to do with the way you look, taste, smell or feel.
Thats it.
Thats what?
The way you smell.
Its bad?
She shook her head, gliding toward him, burying her face in his chest again. Its good. So good.
He reached between their bodies and flicked the button on her jeans. You, too.
She smiled and went on her toes, kissing his mouth as he lowered her zipper. Lets not tell anyone, she said.
That we made love?
She shook her head. The smell secret.
You got it.
He rolled off her pants then got rid of his own. Then he gently pressed her back on the bed, covering her with kisses, whispering words of reverence and encouragement, sending her heart rate soaring and her hormones into overdrive.
His fingertips skimmed her stomach, circling her navel with a featherlight touch that made her breath come in a gasp and her muscles contract. Before she could adjust to the sensation, he bent over her breast, taking one nipple into his mouth, swirling and circling the crest with his tongue.
She moaned, and her hands went to his hair. Sensations rocketed through her body as his teeth raked her tender flesh and his hand began a downward spiral.
This wasnt going to be slow. It was going to be lightning fast if she didnt do something.
Cole, she gasped.
Youre delicious, he answered, fingers dipping lower, increasing the onslaught of sensation.
Slowdown she begged.
She felt his smile. No way. He crossed the downy curls and pressed into her in one swift motion.
Her hips came up off the bed, and her hands convulsed against his head. Cole, she wailed.
Go with it, he said.
But
He moved to look into her eyes, his fingers pulsing in a way that made her world shift to the exquisite touch on her tender, moist flesh. She flexed her hips. He kissed her mouth.
Theres more to come, he rumbled against her. I promise.
She closed her eyes. She was past the point of resisting. Past the point of coherent thought. She was going where he led her, and there was no way to stop it.
Her world roared, then went silent.
They were skin to skin, soul to soul as he eased inside her. True to his word, he took it slow, watching her closely, gauging her desires. Their breathing synchronized as the corner clock ticked away minutes.
A warm rush of sensation crested up from her toes. He smiled and deepened his kiss, increasing his rhythm until her world imploded, the clocks ticks slowed to a crawl and paradise stretched on and on.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, guilt nipping at her conscience. Nobody had ever done that before. No one had ever set aside their own needs to take her to paradise.
As the power of speech returned, she searched his deep eyes, worried that hed made some stupid, gentlemanly decision against making love. Were notuhstopping, are we?
He shook his head and brushed a lock of hair from her cheek, shifting so that his big body covered hers. Oh, sweetheart. Were just getting started.
He kissed her mouth. His thumb returned to her breast and, against all odds, her desire instantly rallied.
She ran her hands down his back, sliding them onto his taut buttocks and pressing his erection against her stomach, shivering with anticipation. She kissed his harder, swirling her tongue against his.
He opened wide, and she could feel the tension rising in his muscles.
She moaned and wriggled beneath him, shifting her thighs in a clear invitation.
He gasped. Hey. This is supposed to be the slow part.
Fast is fun, she assured him, shifting again, even more meaningfully this time.
He grabbed her hip with a broad hand and held her still, pulling back to look into her eyes. If I go now, Im going to break a land-speed record.
Now, she said. I dont care. Now. Slow had been a stupid idea anyway. Nothing between her and Cole was ever going to be slow.
He flexed his hips and was instantly inside her.
She groaned, nearly melting around his heat.
He buried his hands in her hair, thumbs stroking her temples. His breath came in gasps next to her ear.
She could feel the tension cresting in his steel, hard muscles. Her body tightened and strained and pulsated.
She reached for the comfortor, fisting her hands into the fabric as their rhythm increased.
He repeated her name, over and over again. Then his hands found hers, covered hers, their fingers entwining as the world exploded into black and time ceased to exist.
Cole kissed her damp brow. You okay?
She sighed, sinking into his incredibly soft bed. I dont think okay is exactly the right word.
You hurt?
No. Its fantastic. Fantastic is the right word.
He chuckled low in her ear, easing most of his weight off her. You give me heart failure all the time, you know that?
Youre pushing things too fast, said Kyle as he tapped the remainder of the glass from a broken window in the toolshed.
Cole set a new pane on the ground, leaning it against the wall of the shed before he retrieved a hammer from the toolbox.