against his chest, her rounded hips against his…the endless cycle in his mind while he stared at the ceiling of her living room.
When sleep had finally claimed him, he’d dreamt of her. Vivid and erotic. In his dreams, she’d done things to him he would give anything to experience with her in reality.
He’d awoken after two a.m., painfully uncomfortable, his body so taut he was surprised he hadn’t had a fricking wet dream, as horrible as that would have been. Was he a thirteen-year-old kid?
The rest of the night, his sleep had been fitful. He’d woken every hour or so, and in worse shape than every previous hour. Damn good thing his body was over the condition by the time Ethan had woken him. But Cole wasn’t cured. He wanted Andi.
Rinsing his hair, he ran his fingers through it one last time before reaching for his soap. He tried not to think about her and failed miserably. He rubbed his body down, inhaling the pleasant masculine spice of his body wash.
What would her hands feel like on his chest? Would she touch him all over?
His cock jutted out, the sudden erection throbbing as the hot water sluiced against it. Cole gripped himself, groaning as pleasure and the need for release took him over. He stroked himself from base to tip, squeezing with just the right pressure as he found his rhythm. It wasn’t as good as Andi’s hands would be, but perhaps he could relieve some tension.
What the hell was he doing jacking off in the shower? He hadn’t done that in ages. Cole cursed and released his grip. He needed to grow up, rinse off and get moving. He had a case to solve, and here he was fantasising about someone he could never have. That was all there was to it.
Cole dragged his hand down his face. He wasn’t used to the back and forth, even in his own head. When he wanted a woman, he got her. Last night he’d been determined to have her, hadn’t he? Now he was going to back off?
He stared at his erection. Get off was more like it. He needed a quick orgasm to clear his mind. Cole took care of business, biting his lip to keep from shouting his release as the warm jets shot up and hit his stomach.
Sighing, he rinsed himself off. He’d hoped to feel relieved. Satisfied even. He was sorely disappointed. He still wanted Andi and the confusion because of it swirled in his thoughts.
How the hell was he supposed to make this work?
Chapter Six
The car ride to the hospital was quiet—too quiet. There was no way Andi would bring up the kiss, and, at the moment, Cole didn’t have the balls to say a word. If she found out what he’d done in her shower, she would flip.
He shifted in the driver’s seat, then shot her a glance. She was looking at him. He bit back a cringe.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
“No.” Damn, that had sounded clipped even to his own ears.
Andi raised an eyebrow and looked away, staring out the window. Awkwardness settled over them. Cole preferred her pissed off. At least then she had some spunk and he didn’t feel like he’d done something wrong.
“So…” Since when could he not handle a woman? He shook himself just as he noticed she was looking in his direction again.
“What?”
Oh, right. He’d spoken. Cole cleared his throat. “Tell me about your partner.”
She smiled and it took his breath away. Jealousy hit him in the gut. Would she ever smile for him like that?
“He’s great. A damn good cop, and a good friend.” Her expression was wistful. “He’s always been there for me.”
“That’s what partners are for.”
“Oh? I wouldn’t think you’ve ever been bothered to have a partner. You’re not very good at it.”
Cole let her jibe slide. He pulled into the hospital parking lot.
The introductions went all right, Cole giving the blond man’s hand a strong shake. Despite his wounds, Detective Crane stood by his bed to greet them, ignoring Andi’s immediate enquiry about how he was feeling. Cole had to admire him for that. He
When sleep had finally claimed him, he’d dreamt of her. Vivid and erotic. In his dreams, she’d done things to him he would give anything to experience with her in reality.
He’d awoken after two a.m., painfully uncomfortable, his body so taut he was surprised he hadn’t had a fricking wet dream, as horrible as that would have been. Was he a thirteen-year-old kid?
The rest of the night, his sleep had been fitful. He’d woken every hour or so, and in worse shape than every previous hour. Damn good thing his body was over the condition by the time Ethan had woken him. But Cole wasn’t cured. He wanted Andi.
Rinsing his hair, he ran his fingers through it one last time before reaching for his soap. He tried not to think about her and failed miserably. He rubbed his body down, inhaling the pleasant masculine spice of his body wash.
What would her hands feel like on his chest? Would she touch him all over?
His cock jutted out, the sudden erection throbbing as the hot water sluiced against it. Cole gripped himself, groaning as pleasure and the need for release took him over. He stroked himself from base to tip, squeezing with just the right pressure as he found his rhythm. It wasn’t as good as Andi’s hands would be, but perhaps he could relieve some tension.
What the hell was he doing jacking off in the shower? He hadn’t done that in ages. Cole cursed and released his grip. He needed to grow up, rinse off and get moving. He had a case to solve, and here he was fantasising about someone he could never have. That was all there was to it.
Cole dragged his hand down his face. He wasn’t used to the back and forth, even in his own head. When he wanted a woman, he got her. Last night he’d been determined to have her, hadn’t he? Now he was going to back off?
He stared at his erection. Get off was more like it. He needed a quick orgasm to clear his mind. Cole took care of business, biting his lip to keep from shouting his release as the warm jets shot up and hit his stomach.
Sighing, he rinsed himself off. He’d hoped to feel relieved. Satisfied even. He was sorely disappointed. He still wanted Andi and the confusion because of it swirled in his thoughts.
How the hell was he supposed to make this work?
Chapter Six
The car ride to the hospital was quiet—too quiet. There was no way Andi would bring up the kiss, and, at the moment, Cole didn’t have the balls to say a word. If she found out what he’d done in her shower, she would flip.
He shifted in the driver’s seat, then shot her a glance. She was looking at him. He bit back a cringe.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
“No.” Damn, that had sounded clipped even to his own ears.
Andi raised an eyebrow and looked away, staring out the window. Awkwardness settled over them. Cole preferred her pissed off. At least then she had some spunk and he didn’t feel like he’d done something wrong.
“So…” Since when could he not handle a woman? He shook himself just as he noticed she was looking in his direction again.
“What?”
Oh, right. He’d spoken. Cole cleared his throat. “Tell me about your partner.”
She smiled and it took his breath away. Jealousy hit him in the gut. Would she ever smile for him like that?
“He’s great. A damn good cop, and a good friend.” Her expression was wistful. “He’s always been there for me.”
“That’s what partners are for.”
“Oh? I wouldn’t think you’ve ever been bothered to have a partner. You’re not very good at it.”
Cole let her jibe slide. He pulled into the hospital parking lot.
The introductions went all right, Cole giving the blond man’s hand a strong shake. Despite his wounds, Detective Crane stood by his bed to greet them, ignoring Andi’s immediate enquiry about how he was feeling. Cole had to admire him for that. He
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