Out Of Control by Desiree Holt

part. Why not? He was
a trustworthy soul. Everyone knew that about him.
    She’d
been a feisty one, but he’d taken the wind out of her sails easily enough. The
pain he inflicted was so satisfying, keeping him in a constant state of
arousal.
    He
laughed silently to himself.
    He’d
thought long and hard about doing this. His other hobby was so much safer and
nearly as fulfilling. But he needed to get rid of Carrie, and he couldn’t make
it too obvious.
    Oh,
yes. He was just getting started. This was only the beginning. He needed to
have his next victim picked out and be ready to act quickly. And the ones after
that as well, all of them leading him to the biggest prize of all.
    Yes,
sir. Before he sent Carrie to permanent hell, he’d show her what hell was like
here on earth. And he’d enjoy every minute of it.
    He
sighed, put his truck in gear, and let it roll silently down the incline and
out of sight of the park. He really wanted to hang around until they took the
body out. Maybe get another look. But that was flirting with danger and he hadn’t
quite reached that stage again yet.
    Except,
of course, with his other little hobby.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
Twelve
     
    “I
wanted you the minute I saw you, jogging in the rain, that T-shirt plastered to
your breasts.” Cole traced her jawline with the tip of his tongue.
    “You
should have been looking where you were driving instead of at my breasts,” she
teased, running her fingers through the curls of hair on his hard chest.
    They
were lying side by side, one of his hands idly rubbing through the curls on her
mound, his fingers unerringly finding the wet flesh of her pussy. It seemed to
her she was always wet when he was around.
    “At
least now I get to look at them all I want.” His voiced was husky with need.
    Bending
his head, he captured one nipple in his mouth and pulled on it, swirling his
tongue around it. Heat speared through her body send fresh cream into her
pussy. Her pulse beat fiercely, driving up the hunger in her body.
    “Beautiful
breasts,” he murmured as he turned his attention to the other one.
    Tugging
the nipple with his teeth, he slipped two fingers into her waiting channel,
chuckling against her breast when her inner muscles clamped down on him.
    The
hard thickness of his cock pressed against her thigh, and she wriggled a hand
between them to close her fingers around it.
    “Ah,
God,” he groaned when she squeezed gently. “Careful, or I’ll come in your hand.”
    “Maybe
I want you to.” She heard the desire in her own voice. “Maybe I—”
    The
ringing of her cell phone cut through the fog and jerked Dana from the dream.
She was gasping for breath, and her body was covered with a fine sheen of
perspiration.
    Holy
crap!
    Another
dream about Cole Landry.
    The
phone continued to make noise, the annoying ringer she’d chosen stabbing at
her. She fumbled for it on the nightstand and flipped it open.
    “H’lo?”
She ran her fingers through her sleep-mussed hair.
    “Hey.”
Grant’s voice was the last one she expected to hear.
    “I’m
surprised you called,” she told him. “We didn’t exactly part on the best terms.”
    “And
that’s exactly why I’m talking to you now,” he told her. “I feel badly about
the way things ended between us.” He paused. “I don’t hate you, Dana. I guess I
was just hurt that, well…”
    “That
you weren’t the one to break through the wall?” she snapped. Then she softened
her tone. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”
    “I
guess I’m sorry about everything, kiddo. I just wanted to make sure you’re all
right. I went by the house, but it was locked up tight.”
    “I…decided
to take your advice.” She twisted a strand of hair as she talked, a long-time
habit, the only thing that ever betrayed the state of her nerves.
    “About
confronting the past?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Good.
That’s good.” Silence. “Maybe when you get back—”
    “I
don’t think so,