His mouth covered mine as fierce heat surfaced, building andbuilding until I was sure I would combust.My hips bucked against his hand andblood pounded, creating a ringing in my ears.
No.Wait.That wasn’t in my ears.It was a phone—Colton’sphone.He ignored it—thank God—as he worked his finger in and out, devouring mewith kisses.The tension coiled and I suddenly wanted, needed, to feel his skinagainst mine.I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, yanking it up.His body jerkedand he made a harsh sound the second my hand touched the hard planes of hisstomach.
Good God, there wasn’t an ounce ofhimthat wassoft.My eager fingers traced each tightly packed ab.My hand dipped, brushingthe button on his jeans.
The phone started ringing again, a few seconds after it hadended, and this time, Colton’s hand stilled between my thighs.I almost prayedhe didn’t stop, but he did.
Groaning, he lifted his head and glanced over at where hisphone rested on the coffee table.His hand slipped away from me.“It’s work.I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I murmured, dazed by the rioting sensations inmy body.
Rolling over me in one fluid move, he snatched up his phoneand stood.“It’s Anders.”There was a pause.“Yeah, I couldn’t get to my phone.What’s up?”
I looked over at him, clearly seeing the hard ridge of hiserection straining against his jeans.
Damn, what a waste.
I suddenly wanted to giggle, except I saw Colton stiffen andcaught a brief glimpse of a frown as he turned away from me.He picked up theremote, pausing the movie.“Yeah, you know where I’m at.”
My brows knitted.
Colton glanced back at me, his expression inscrutable.“Areyou serious?Hell.”He shook his head, glancing at the now repaired window.“I’m not surprised, but didn’t think it would happen this quickly.
Glancing down, I saw that the skirt of my dress was hiked upto my hips, revealing the black undies.Face flushing red, I hastily reacheddown and fixed it.Then I figured I should sit up.
“You need me in tonight?”he asked, and I worried my lowerlip, hoping nothing serious had happened, which was a stupid thought.Coltonwas a detective.Serious stuff happened all the time.“Shit.Yeah, that’s goodand that’s bad.”
My gaze shot to him as icy motion stabbed my stomach.
“Okay.I’ll see you tomorrow.”Colton disconnected the calland placed it back on the table.Sitting down beside me, he exhaled slowly.“Sorry about that.It was my partner—Hart.”
The cold feeling was still there.“That’s okay.Your job isimportant.When you get a call, you have to answer.”
“I do.”He rested his hands on his knees.“I have kind ofgood news.”
“Kind of?”
Colton nodded.“We’ve identified one of the two men you sawlast Friday.”He paused, his jaw hardening.“There’s no easy way to say this.Apparently he was pulled from Schuylkill River.”
I stiffened, eyes widening.“What?”
“One of the men you saw that night is dead, Abby.”
Chapter 11
All the heat vanished and a different kind of tensionbuilt in the pit of my stomach.At first, I didn’t think I heard him right.Thebomb he dropped came out of nowhere.
I said the first thing that came to mind.“Are you sure?”
And that was a dumb question.
He nodded.“It’s not the man who did the shooting.Itappears to be the other suspect.”
Leaning back against the cushion, I tucked my legs under meas I tried to process what had just happened.My thoughts were running in somany different directions.Not the man who pulled the trigger—the one with thecold, dead eyes?“How did he die?”
Colton twisted his body toward me.“Sweetheart, that’s notsomething you need to know.”
Part of me wanted to know, as morbid as that sounded.“Buthow?”
