FIRED UP(14)

Thirty-six hours. Heaven or hell, depending on who you asked. The air outside was too smoky to make going out for long feasible. If the air quality degenerated much further, Cole had sworn he’d call in a chopper to swing by and pick her up. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised he could order park resources around like that. She’d leave if it got any worse, he’d said, and she hadn’t argued. She could do that when the chopper actually touched down. So there was nothing to do but kiss and talk. And fuck. God, Cole was insatiable. He took her hard and deep, touching places inside her no one else had touched. His big hands controlled her effortlessly, driving her to sensual heights she’d never scaled alone. God, he was like a drug. He touched her and she craved more. More pleasure. More Cole. She shifted in her seat, scanning the smoke-darkened sky. The movement fed the pleasurable ache in her lower body. Sitting, standing, reaching for him—she was pleasantly sore and impossibly aware of where he’