hers, Elise forgot whatever sheâd been about to say. Coleâs kiss was slow and thoughtful, as if he was acquainting himself with her.
But when he traced her lips with his tongue, then slipped inside to caress the sensitive inner recesses of her mouth, Elise stopped wondering why he wanted Valente to think they were together, and concentrated on the way Coleâs kiss made her feel.
A warmth like nothing sheâd ever felt began to course through her veins, heating her in a way that made her knees wobble. He lifted the tail of her suit jacket to splay his hands across her back and pull her more fully to him. A fluttering swirl deep in her lower stomach began to form. But when he reached down to cup her bottom and drew her to him the feel of his hard arousal tightened the sensation and caused the most interesting tingling to pull at her lower body.
Her pulse took off at breakneck speed and alarm bells began to clang inside her head as panic began to build. This was Caveman Cole. A man who wasworking the same case she was on, and who she might have to work closely with again.
Pushing against him, she managed to put a bit of space between them, but he continued to hold her close as he broke the kiss. âThat wasnât a good idea,â she said, hating how breathless she sounded.
The grin he gave her caused her toes to curl in her black pumps. âSure it was. Now, get in the truck. Valente is still watching.â
âWhat does that matter?â How was she supposed to think with his arousal still pressed to her lower body? Her mind came to a screeching halt. His arousal?
âI want him to back off and leave you alone.â Cole met Campbellâs confused gaze. âNow, smile like youâre having a good time and get in the truck.â
The determined smile she gave him wasnât what heâd had in mind. âNo.â
âI said get in the truck, sweetheart,â he repeated through clenched teeth.
âI said no, Caveman.â
Her defiance irritated the hell out of him. He should have known sheâd argue with him. The woman was as stubborn as he was. âI swear, if you donât get in this truck, Iâll kiss you again.â
Her pretty, green eyes narrowed. âYou wouldnât dare.â
Resting his forehead against hers, he kissed the tip of her nose and pressed his lower body more intimately to hers. âTry me.â
She stared at him for several long seconds, then pulling from his arms, opened the passenger door of the SUV and climbed inside. The glare she sent hisway could have wilted a cactus, and it was all he could do to keep from laughing out loud at the colorful phrase she muttered just before slamming the Explorerâs door.
Taking a deep breath, he started around the back of the vehicle. He hadnât been prepared for the impact of that kiss. My God, the woman had the sweetest lips heâd ever tasted, and he was still fighting the urge to throw her over his shoulder, find a secluded place and love her senseless.
But when he glanced toward the porch, the last traces of his desire vanished. Valente was still standing there watching, taking in the scene Cole had just staged with Campbell, like some kind of voyeur. Even though Cole wanted the man to get the message to leave her alone, nothing would have pleased him more than the pleasure of burying his fist in Valenteâs leering face.
When Cole slid behind the steering wheel, Campbell looked as if she intended to take a strip or two off his hide. âBefore you get started, hear me out, Campbell. Unless you want to be fending off Valente the whole time youâre trying to conduct your investigation, youâll let him think that you and I are more than just co-workers.â
She surprised him by laughing. âYou are without a doubt a caveman in every sense of the word, Yardley. Do you honestly think I canât handle a creep like Valente?â
âIâm sure you