Coletrane by Rie Warren Read Free Book Online Page B

with that.
    I still wanted to know more about her, find out what made her tick, so I shifted the conversation back to her. “What was your speech about the other night?”
    “A charity thing. We’re raising money for lowcountry children with cancer.” Sin’s eyes turned glossy, her lashes dewed with tears. “My little cousin died five years ago. It was horrible watching Jaime go through all that pain.” She lowered her head. “It was bone cancer . . . they had to amputate one of her legs, and it still didn’t stop.”
    Reaching over, I caressed Sin’s cheek. I whisked away the small tears. “How old was she?”
    “Twelve. She was like a little sister to me.” She brought her shining eyes to mine. “That’s part of the reason I work really hard. Why the foundation does a lot for the local community, especially for children.”
    I pulled my hand back, resting it on the table. “I lost my sis.”
    “Oh, God, Cole.” Sin’s hand flew to her mouth. “That’s terrible. Was it cancer?”
    “No.” Nothing remotely like that.
    I cleared my throat and inspected my beer before taking a swig.
    I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t want to talk about it. Didn’t want to think about it.
    “Anyway, sounds like you love your job. That’s cool.” More than cool, it made the woman damn near irresistible.
    The brains, the body, the wit, that fucking car. One hell of a killer combo.
    She played along with my abrupt change of conversation. “Looked like you enjoy your job too, judging by what I saw the other day.” She sipped her whiskey then shot me a flirty smile.
    Rubbing a hand across my chest, I hooked an eyebrow at her. “You liked the ink?”
    She ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip then bit into it with a pointy little incisor. Made me wonder if she liked to bite and scratch in the sack.
    Usually I wouldn’t allow that. But for her? Maybe.
    Especially when she followed up with, “I might like to see that ink again.”
    A low growl rumbled through my chest as the heat flared between us.
    I leaned closer and skimmed my lips up the side of her neck. “Remember what I said about control?”
    “Yes,” she breathed out.
    After kissing the corner of her shiny wet lips and hearing her low whimper, I drew back. “Thought you didn’t want to give it up.”
    “I’m too used to being in charge of every aspect of my life, including my job. Maybe it’s time to let some of that go.”
    My heart started pounding in my ribcage. “To me.”
    “Yes, Cole.” Rising from her chair, she slowly walked over to me, every roll of her hips beneath the short skirt absolutely hypnotizing.
    I kicked my seat out from the table, and she settled herself onto my lap. With both her legs across my thighs, her luscious ass butted against my suddenly so fucking hard cock. She linked her hands at the back of my neck and drew me into her kiss.
    This second kiss of ours was smoldering hot, slow and languorous. It was wet and smooth. Her tongue coiled around mine as I explored the sleek insides of her mouth. She darted past my lips, into my mouth, and rubbed with delicious friction.
    Her nipples budded. My cock turned rock solid. Her hips gyrated. I grasped her slender waist through the silky top, my fingertips brushing the undersides of heavy, unfettered tits.
    I withdrew my lips from hers, the soft wet separation making her gasp. A lazy smile tipped the corners of my lips as I observed her. Her hair a little messy. Her eyes hazy and hooded. Her cheeks blooming with pink. And her lips . . . swollen and shiny.
    And suddenly Brodie called out amid a roar of whistles and stomping feet, “Way to own it, Probie!”
    Sin didn’t react as I expected by hiding her face against me. While I flipped two middle fingers at Brodie, she merely rolled her eyes and grinned.
    “Is it always like this?” she asked.
    “Pretty much.” My thumb skimmed across her pouty lips. “They’ve never seen me with a chick before so they gotta