Page 26 of Losing Control

“I wanted you the minute I saw you, jogging in the rain, that T-shirt plastered to your breasts.” Cole traced her jawline with the tip of his tongue.

“You should have been looking where you were driving instead of at my breasts,” she teased, running her fingers through the curls of hair on his hard chest.

They were lying side by side, one of his hands idly rubbing through the curls on her mound, his fingers unerringly finding the wet flesh of her pussy. It seemed to her she was always wet when he was around.

“At least now I get to look at them all I want.” His voiced was husky with need.

Bending his head, he captured one nipple in his mouth and pulled on it, swirling his tongue around it. Heat speared through her body, sending fresh cream into her pussy. Her pulse beat fiercely, driving up the hunger for him.

“Beautiful breasts,” he murmured as he turned his attention to the other one.

Tugging the nipple with his teeth, he slipped two fingers into her waiting channel, chuckling against her breast when her inner muscles clamped down on him.

The hard thickness of his cock pressed against her thigh, and she wriggled a hand between them to close her fingers around it.

“Ah, God,” he groaned when she squeezed gently. “Careful, or I’ll come in your hand.”

“Maybe I want you to.” She heard the desire in her own voice. “Maybe I—”

The ringing of her cell phone cut through the fog and jerked Dana from the dream. She was gasping for breath, and her skin was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration.

Holy crap!

Another dream about Cole Landry.

The phone continued to make noise, the annoying ringer she’d chosen stabbing at her senses. She fumbled for it on the nightstand.

“H’lo?” She ran her fingers through her sleep-mussed hair.

“Hey.” Grant’s voice was the last one she expected to hear.

“I’m surprised you called,” she told him. “We didn’t exactly part on the best terms.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m talking to you now,” he told her. “I feel badly about the way things ended between us.” He paused. “I don’t hate you, Dana. I guess I was just hurt that, well…”

“That you weren’t the one to break through the wall?” she snapped. Then she softened her tone. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”

“I guess I’m sorry about everything, kiddo. I just wanted to make sure you’re all right. I went by the house, but it was locked up tight.”

“I…decided to take your advice.” She twisted a strand of hair as she talked, a long-time habit, the only thing that ever betrayed the state of her nerves.

“About confronting the past?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good. That’s good.” Silence. “Maybe when you get back—”

“I don’t think so,” she interrupted, shaking her head, even though he couldn’t see her. “I’m more grateful than you know for pushing me to do this, but I think what we had was all we were meant to have. Anyway, this may take a lot longer than I expected.”

“Oh? Problems?”

“This seems to be the proverbial let’s-sweep-it-under-the-rug situation. Everyone wants it to go away and me with it.” She twisted the curl tighter, then pulled it out, letting it spring back like a coil of wire.

“I heard what you said before, but if things are tense would you like me to come down there?”

Dana could visualize Grant stretched out on his leather couch, phone propped to his ear, frowning at the thought he might get sucked into something beyond his comfort zone.

She burst out laughing. “I don’t think this place is exactly your cup of tea. And you’d hate getting caught up in something so convoluted. But thanks, anyway.”

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