Page 38 of Lethal Threat

Every time I look into Cole’s eyes, I’m affected. Sometimes I get a surge of something in my gut. It’s not exactly like lust. Or love. It’s more visceral.

But the thing that gets me the most is that my body knows his.

Every big, hard, hot inch of him.

That’s undeniable. I can feel him inside of me with just a glance of those hard eyes of his. It’s with that thought that I close my eyes and let my mind drift through the sensations.

“Wake up, sweetheart.”

I blink my eyes open and find Cole watching me.

“Please tell me I wasn’t drooling on you.”

“You were mumbling, but that’s not the reason I woke you up.”

I freeze because I’m creamy wet between my legs. Embarrassment makes me burst into flame. “Um… did I do something weird or… noisy? Because if I did, I’m not responsible. I was sleeping.”

The tension around his eyes softens and makes my lips tingle. He leans in close. “You’re so fucking cute.”

If a flaming tomato is cute, maybe. I fan my face. “Please don’t tell me I was moaning or god forbid…”

He chuckles. “What exactly were you dreaming about?”

“Airplanes!” I blurt.

His laugh deepens into this husky, rich sound that stirs the heat in my tummy until it’s barely containable.

With a spark in his gaze, he prods for more. “What were you doing on those airplanes?”

I jab his arm with my pointer finger. “Please! You beast. Don’t I look embarrassed enough already?”

“You’re pretty in pink.”

Then he leans in, brushes a tendril of hair back, and rests his lips right next to my ear. “You don’t have to tell me, I know. I recognize your blush and I enjoy knowing I put it there.”

Oh lord. Fire extinguisher, please.

I shiver, despite my attempt to play it off. I sound vaporous when I correct him. “Wrong.”

“Right.” That husky whisper stirs my hair.

“I’m, um… gonna go to the bathroom.”

He pulls back, studies me with a heated look in his eyes and a hitch on one side of his sexy mouth. “Careful not to set off the smoke alarm in there.”

I unbuckle my seatbelt and stand up, but immediately see how much room the man takes up in his seat. Somehow, I missed that he had no leg room. “Can you let me out?”

“Was thinking about making you climb over,” he replies with a chuckle.

But he levers his enormous body up until he’s standing with his head against the overhead storage above us. Even with him standing, there’s barely room to eek by and when I do, my whole body rubs against his. Right down to the ridge in his jeans.

Before I get past him, his hand lands on my hip and he flexes his fingers, digging gently into my flesh. My whole body goes electric. My breath speeds, my upper lip starts to perspire. Down below my waist, things are flooded with heat. Any second, someone’s going to notice our back-to-front embrace.

Embrace?More like foreplay.“Uh-hum.” I clear my throat and try to make sure it doesn’t sound like a moan.

He squeezes my hip again as the clearly growing erection that’s fighting his zipper pushes into my low back.

Holy. Smokes. The man is big all over.