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She jumped up from the floor. “Do I need to call the paramedics back?”
He shook his head. “You’re the only one who can relieve this pain,” he said.
“Oh…” She smiled as she realized what he was saying.
“I need you so badly.” His entire body was filled with a tension only she could relieve. But he didn’t want her to do it with her mouth. He wanted to be inside her, part of her.
He undressed her, baring every silky inch of her skin for his touch and his taste. He ran his lips and his tongue over her breasts and then lower.
Her knees buckled, and she dropped back onto the bed, pulling him down with her. He rolled over so that he wouldn’t crush her, but Lakin wasn’t small or delicate. She was strong, and she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Then she guided his cock inside her, and it was like coming home.
She moaned and bit her lip. Then she began to move with frantic urgency, as if she was as desperate for release as he was. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands.
She leaned down, her dark hair falling like a curtain around them as she kissed him. Their mouths mated like their bodies.
He stroked his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned again and moved faster, rocking back and forth, sliding up and down, driving him out of hismind. Then she came, her inner muscles convulsing around him, squeezing his cock.
She screamed his name. His body tensed, and finally his release came. He thrust his hips up, filling her as she filled his heart with the love he felt for her.
He didn’t dare express it again, afraid that she wouldn’t say it back. That she couldn’t. Maybe she didn’t love him anymore, or at least not like she once had when she could see a future for them. Their business, a family… All the dreams she’d had for their life together… He’d taken them away from her with his unwillingness to commit.
And tonight someone else had nearly taken his life. Had the shooter been after him or her?
He must have tensed up again because she wrapped her arms around him and murmured, “Go to sleep. We’re safe here.”
He was worried they wouldn’t be safe anywhere from whoever was after them. Was it Jasper Whitlaw? Someone else? Someone who might be even more dangerous, like the Fiancée Killer?
CHAPTER 18
Lakin should have been exhausted, but maybe there was just too much adrenaline coursing through her body. From the close call she and Troy had had and from how they’d made love again. While he’d fallen asleep afterward, she lay awake next to him, listening to his even breathing and the beat of his heart beneath her cheek.
She loved him so much even when he frustrated her with his stubbornness. But was he the only one being stubborn?
She’d thought she didn’t want him leaving again because she didn’t want him getting hurt on the oil rigs, but as he pointed out, he’d been hurt here, too. Was his safety just an excuse she was using because she wanted him with her?
She did want him with her. Always. But she also didn’t want him getting hurt, and in trying to protect her like he had tonight, he had been. The bandage on his chiseled cheekbone made her feel queasy with regret and fear.
Her cell vibrated against the bedside table withan incoming call. Not wanting to wake up Troy, she grabbed it from the nightstand and slipped out of bed. Maybe it was one of her siblings calling. Or one of the officers watching the cabin.
But when she stepped out of the bedroom and looked down at the number, she recognized the one Jasper Whitlaw had scrawled on the back of the photograph.
He wasn’t her father, but why had he been in that picture with her and her biological mother?
Wanting answers, she slid her finger across the screen to accept the call, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. She had no idea what to say. Even if she asked the questions she had for him, she doubted he would tell her the truth.
“Hey, little girl,” he greeted her. He sounded amused. Was this all some sick joke to him?
“I know you’re not my father,” she told him.
He snorted. “What? You trying to pretend you’re really a Colton now?”
“I am,” she said. “But I know you were in prison around the time I would have been conceived and born. You’re nothing to me.”
“I’m a link to your mother,” he said. “If you want to know the truth about her…”
Her heart yearned for the truth, to know more about the woman she looked so much like. The woman who had left her in that grocery store all those years ago.
“I’ll find her on my own,” she said. That wayshe would trust what she found out. She wouldn’t be hearing it from a man who’d already lied to her.
