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The lips of her intimacy kissed his hardness and she clutched him with her walls.
His grunt of pleasure into her mouth was her reward.
There, on the foot of his bed, not sure they wouldn’t tumble to the floor, they made love with aching slowness. Like a fine wine or a meal. Savored. Cherished. Needed.
Physically, it was familiar. Emotionally, it was all new. Different. Deeper. A fresh level of connection between them that shook her to her core. This was passion. Truly something she had never experienced before and could only hope to experience once again.
Cole placed his beautiful mouth near her ear. “Jillian,” he whispered. “My Jillian.”
Over and over again, captivating her.
She clung to him with her arms and legs, wanting him thrusting inside her forever. “Cole,” she cried.
And when they trembled as they reached their climax together and their cries filled the air, Jillian knew that she was risking it all for her sexy rebel.
And he was worth it.
Nine
One month later
Cole’s heart thundered as he quickly parked his motorcycle in the lot of the hospital. On the entire ride up on the elevator, he found it hard to stand still. He felt concerned and a need to be reassured that all was well. His stomach had been in knots since he’d gotten the call. As he received his visitor’s pass and directions to the hospital room, he was ready for an update.
Another elevator ride took him to the third floor of the massive structure. As soon as the doors opened, he stepped off and moved to the nursing station. “Excuse me. Room 304, please,” he said.
The nurse didn’t look away from the computer as she held up her ink pen to cease further conversation.
“Girl, look up,” someone said to the nurse whose name badge read “Olive.”
And Olive did, leaning back a little in her seat as her emerald eyes took Cole in before she gave him a warm smile. “I’m sorry. What was your question?”
“Room 304, please,” he repeated, his brows dipping slightly at how nearly all the eyes of the staff were on him.
Cole had no time to be eye candy.
“It’s down the hall to the right,” Olive said, pointing in that direction with her pen as she rose and leaned against the desk.
“Thanks,” he said, turning to head off to where she’d pointed.
“No, thankyou,” Olive called behind him.
All thoughts of her and the giggling hospital staff were lost to him as he turned the corner. His steps faltered and then paused as he eyed Jillian and her ex-husband standing by the window. Warren was still in his scrubs and white coat.
Annoyance replaced Cole’s worry. He wasn’t surprised to see the man there at all. He worked in the hospital and, upon Jillian’s return to New York, their friendship had continued. The cavemen DNA in him felt territorial and wanted to club the doctor. The evolved man who tried to respect his woman’s relationships before him tried his best to keep the Neanderthal at bay.
But not successfully.
Cole grit his teeth, easing his hands into the pockets of the dark blue jeans he was wearing with a matching fisherman-knit sweater and brown leather boots. It’s just that Warren’s presence was becoming a norm. He seemed to always be in the mix. At her parents’ house. On the phone. FaceTiming. Messaging funny memes.
He tried to reason that, before their marriage, they had been childhood friends.
Again, not successfully.
Jillian crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her head against the window as she looked out. His eyes shifted to Warren’s tall figure. He frowned as the man looked at her profile with what appeared to Cole to be love and longing. Jillian chuckled and looked back up at him. Warren’s expression instantly changed, keeping his feelings for her cloaked.
For him, his suspicions that Warren wanted to be her next and not just her ex were confirmed.
Jillian glanced down the hall and saw Cole. Her face filled with a light that warmed him as she came to him and seemed thankful for him to be there. He ate up the steps to reach her, wrapping her in his embrace and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “How’s Ionie?” he asked.
