Page 32 of The Unknown Colton
But he was so focused on her. He moved his head from her breasts over her stomach to her core. And he made love to her with his mouth. As he did, she came, crying out softly with the pleasure and the release flowing through her.
But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t close enough.
“Please,” she murmured. “I need you.”
“Ineedyou.”
But he hadn’t. When it counted most, he’d shut her out. She tried to shut that thought off, push it out of her mind. She focused only on him, gliding her hands and mouth over his muscled chest and arms.
It was as if their clothes had dissolved. She’d barely noticed him undressing himself. But now she took advantage of his nakedness and wrapped her hand around his pulsating erection.
He sucked in a breath, then he moved between her legs. She guided him inside her, arching to take him deeper. He moved slowly; she wasn’t sure if it was because of the injury to his back or because he wanted to drive her out of her mind. The slow strokes built the tension inside her again, and she arched and writhed, moving faster.
Then he reached between their bodies and stroked the most sensitive part of her. She came, yelling his name. Then he tensed again, and at first she thought he was hurt because of the grimace on his face. Then his body shuddered, and he filled her with his release.
While they’d made love with all their normal passion, she didn’t feel as close to him as she usually felt. The distance remained between them.
If love couldn’t bridge it, she wasn’t sure what could.
* * *
Even though they’d made love the night before, Troy knew he was losing Lakin. And not just because she was gone when he woke up. He wasn’t even sure if she slept beside him last night.
After he dressed, he went out into the living room and saw her pillow on the couch with a throw blanket. Sometime during the night, she’d left her bed. She’d wanted physical distance between them again.
But she shouldn’t have gone off alone, not with a serial killer on the loose. And whatever Whitlaw really was to her… Father? Intruder? Stalker? Troy had no idea, but he needed to find out.
Yet, when he went to the police department to report the incident on the road last night, he didn’t mention Whitlaw at all. Last night Lakin had told him not to, and when he’d stopped at the RTA office to make sure she wasn’t alone, she’d reminded him in a whisper to not mention it, that she was going to talk to Eli.
That was good. But she needed to do it soon.At least she was safe at the office with Parker and Spence both there. So Troy would go to his first physical therapy session once Officer Reynolds finished taking his report.
“Billy Hoover filed one earlier this morning,” Reynolds remarked.
“He admitted to running me off the road?” Troy asked with surprise.
Reynolds shook his head. “He said you were already off the road when he rescued you, and that for his trouble, you damaged his truck and ruined his tow strap. He figures you must have been drunk.”
Troy gasped at the outrageous claim.
Reynolds chuckled. “Yeah, I pointed out that it was too late for me to tell now and that you both should have called me to the scene. I know why he didn’t.” Obviously the officer knew who’d really been drunk. “But why didn’t you?”
“Lakin was with me, and it was getting late. After getting run off the road once, I didn’t want to risk it happening again.” Troy didn’t want her to be in any danger. Although until that serial killer was caught, everybody was.
Reynolds nodded. “Yeah, everybody needs to be extra vigilant right now. Keep an eye out for anything strange.”
“I wish I’d gotten a better look at the truck and the driver that did cause me to go off the road.”
“Me, too. That road is too dangerous for anyone to be driving that recklessly.”
Troy’s face heated a bit. He’d been driving recklessly himself to try to catch the guy. “I thought he might have been following Lakin, that he might be who broke into her cabin the night before that.”
Reynolds sighed. “That was probably just a vagrant or a teenager looking for alcohol and made off with some food instead.”
“I hope you’re right.” But Troy didn’t really believe that he was. Or that he would find the intruder at all. Hopefully Lakin would talk to Eli soon.
The officer passed a card across the desk to him. “Here’s your report number if you need it for insurance.”
“Thanks.” Troy didn’t have full coverage, so he wouldn’t be filing a claim. But it made him think of the workers compensation and disability suit Mitch was filing for him to get back some of his lost wages and to make sure his medical bills were covered.
