My face burns hotter, and I curse myself for the blush.

He knows. How could he know?

"What are you doing here?" I whisper, my gaze flicking down the hall behind him.

Cole steps closer, inside the room, and the door clicks shut behind him.

I nearly gasp at the trapped heat between us now.

"I heard a noise," he says. "Everything all right?"

He's so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body. I can smell his shampoo. His aftershave.

God, he smells so good.

"I, um..." My voice falters, and my heart thunders in my ears.

Was I making noises? I don't think so...

His dark eyes never leave mine, and he moves closer.

I can feel his breath on my lips.

"Were you having a nightmare?"

He reaches up and strokes a strand of hair away frommy cheek.

"N-no," I stammer.

His fingertips are like fire against my skin, and my knees nearly buckle.

"No?" he repeats, his voice barely a whisper.

I shake my head.

"No," I'm breathless and can barely get my words out. "I, um, I was reading."

His gaze flickers to the bed behind me again.

"What were you reading?" His tone is soft, but the edge is unmistakable.

He doesn't believe me.

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

Cole leans closer, his breath ghosting over my cheek as he speaks. "What were you reading, Annie?"

A shiver runs through me, and I swallow hard.

"Um..." My voice trails off. “Some thriller.”

Cole's mouth curves into a half-smile, and he shakes his head.

"You're a terrible liar," he says, his voice low.

"I'mnot lying," I insist. “Why would I be lying?”

Cole leans even closer, his lips a breath away from mine. The heat between my legs intensifies, and I press my thighs together.