Claiming Sarah (Ace Security #5)(34)

Clicking it on, she was rewarded with a strong buzz. Smiling, she scooted under the covers and closed her eyes. She pictured Cole in her mind, lifting weights, his muscles bulging as he smiled at her.

She shoved her sleep shorts down to her knees and put her feet flat on the mattress. Then she brought the buzzing vibrator down between her legs and let herself fantasize about Cole. How he’d feel under her hands. Between her legs. If his beard would be scratchy against her inner thighs. She knew without a doubt Cole would be a generous lover, that he’d do whatever it took to make sure she was satisfied. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on his body as well. To feel his muscles for herself. To lick every inch of his tattooed skin.

Before she knew it, she was soaked, and the vibrations against her clit had done their job. Her thighs shook, and her ass lifted off the bed as she came. The orgasm hit her hard and fast . . . and was satisfying enough. But even as she wiped off the toy and placed it back in the drawer, she had a feeling it was nothing compared to how she’d soar when she was with Cole.

Maybe assuming that he could make her come harder and longer than she could with her vibrator was wishful thinking, but she doubted it. Cole was more observant than anyone she’d ever been with. And she had a feeling that would carry over into the bedroom as well.

If Cole Johnson was terrible in bed, it would be a shame. He had a body built for sex, and she hoped like hell he knew how to use it accordingly.





Chapter Eight

Cole was thrilled when he was able to pawn off his second CrossFit class of the day on one of the newer employees. Brittany was outgoing and enthusiastic and happily said she’d take over the class for him.

The morning had been taken up talking with Grace and Felicity about what new activities they could offer that weren’t available at any of the other local gyms and organizing another “black light” night. They hadn’t done one in a while, and the community seemed to really enjoy them. It was another chance for locals to hang out in a relaxed atmosphere and chill.

But Cole couldn’t keep his mind off Sarah. She’d texted him like he’d asked, and every time his phone vibrated, she’d made him smile. He wasn’t able to talk to her like he wanted, but he still took the time to send her short responses so she knew he’d received each text and appreciated it.

He hated that she lived all the way out in Parker. It wasn’t exactly Timbuktu, but it felt like it. He wanted her here in Castle Rock. Partly because it would be safer in the apartment complex. Owen wouldn’t be able to leave her any more gifts because he wouldn’t have access to her front door. But most important, living there would bring her closer to Cole.

He had tried to figure out what it was about Sarah that drew him like a moth to a flame, but quickly gave up analyzing his feelings. He liked her. Plain and simple. She was pretty. Considerate. And had a core of inner strength he didn’t think Sarah even knew she had.

And she had no idea of her own worth. But that was okay. He’d teach her how special she was.

Around two thirty, Cole headed outside toward the parking lot at the end of the downtown area. Sarah had texted him almost twenty-five minutes earlier and said she was on her way. About four minutes after he’d leaned against the brick wall of the building on one side of the lot, he saw her Galant pull in. He was at her door by the time she’d turned off the engine.

He reached down and helped her out and, without thinking about it, brushed a short kiss on her lips. “Hey, angel.”

She blushed, but smiled up at him. “Hi.”

“It’s really good to see you.”

“You too.”

Cole ran his eyes down her body, then back up. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple T-shirt. Her outfit was perfect for what he had planned for their lesson today, and more important, she looked comfortable in her own skin. He loved that. He’d dated women who felt they always had to look as if they’d just walked off a runway or something. He liked Sarah’s comfortable, laid-back look much better. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t looking forward to seeing Sarah all dolled up for him—he was—but for now, what she was wearing was perfect.

As if she could tell he was thinking about her outfit, she asked, gesturing to herself, “Is this okay? I usually don’t wear scrubs on my day off, but I wasn’t sure what I should wear.”

“It’s perfect. You have everything you need?”

She nodded and hitched her purse onto her shoulder as she stepped out of the way of her door.

Cole shut it, and when they started walking back toward the gym, he put his hand on the small of her back. He hadn’t missed the way she leaned into him anytime he did so, and he’d never complain about the opportunity to put his hands on her.

“How’d the rest of the morning go?” he asked. “Did you get the garage cleaned out enough so you could put your car in there?”

She beamed. “I did. And honestly, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. Most of the boxes in there were full of crap from when I was little. I’m guessing Mike didn’t want to throw it away—he was always the more sentimental of my dads. Clothes, stuffed animals, toys.”

“Where is it now?”

“I made a sign with the word free on it and stuck it all on the curb. Guarantee by the time I get home tonight, most of it will be gone. Anything that might be left, I’ll take to the Adoption Exchange. I’m sure they can use it.”