Page 33 of Lethal Threat

Honey. Sweetheart. Fiancée. He’s used them all.

Did I have a pet name for him? I’m not sure if I’d call himbabe.

He’s still looking at me as heat creeps up my neck and warms my face. I almost forget to reply to his question. I wave my hand. “Nothing. Thanks for helping me pack. It’s overwhelming.”

Cole looks at me for a beat, then moves around the room, pulling a few things out of the closet, and passing them to me. I fold them and put them in the bag.

As I touch each item, I beg them to speak to me.

Nothing talks back. Except Cole’s eyes.

They do a lot of talking. Only I don’t know if I’m ready to hear everything they’re saying.

But other parts of me sure are.

Every time he glances at me with dark gray eyes full of heat, my insides smolder. Something deep in my tummy flutters. Then an ache grows until I have to shift.

How can I crave someone that I don’t remember?

“The bag’s almost full.” I remark to distract myself. But my voice comes out raspy.

“We could pack another if you like.”

“No, I think that’s probably enough.” I fan myself. “Let’s get going.”

The air sizzles around me, and all kinds of things happen in my body. A tingle here. The sensation in my nipples tickles. I grow aware of an emptiness inside my core.

Yes, indeed.My body knows Cole Strong.

Without a doubt, he’s been my lover.

I felt it before in the car, but now I know it. Right down to the deepest places inside of me. He’s done incredible things to me.

That or I’m a crazy woman in heat.

A dry laugh bubbles out of me. Again his eyes come to mine. This time they are full of questions. I know I’m not the only one that feels this. His body is vibrating with tension.

But he doesn’t say anything. And knowing how he’s treating me with kid gloves right now means he will not toss me on the bed and show me exactly what he can do.

When I try to swallow, I can’t. But I mange to mutter, “I’m just going a little crazy.”

I notice he doesn’t laugh. The edge is back and when he walks to the dresser and tugs open the door, his shoulders lock tight.

His breath sucks in fast. And I swear the temperature in the room goes up ten degrees.

Chapter Twelve

COLE

Panties. Thongs. Sexy lace things.

I close my eyes and curse myself. Opening that dresser drawer drove another nail in my coffin. I’m so screwed.

It would be impossible to stop the stiffening of my shoulders. Or the sensation in my cock.

Sierra’s panties are strewn about in the drawer. Dozens in every color. Silky, soft, sexy bits of fabric that enjoy getting cozy with my favorite place on earth.

The instant urge to bury my nose in them is brutal. It rattles me to the core.