Doctor’s Orders

Hearing him say her name like that sent a shiver up her spine. It was so serious, his eyes so intently focused on her, like she was alone in the world. Cole said, he would give it back times ten. God, her heart thadded hard in her chest, but she shook the sensation away. She couldn’t get the gears of her mind to work properly, but she certainly would not let him get mixed up

in her shit.

What was she supposed to be doing? Those eyes. That smell of firewood and fall. His jawline, the hard outline of his muscles through his tee shirt. She’d fully turned around to face him now, her body as haywire as her brain. Why did he have to stare at her like that, flitting his eyes from hers to her lips as he stepped closer? He almost looked like a man possessed. She felt the first beads of sweat building at her nape and Lita prayed it was a fever. She could deal with a lever, welcomed it because at least it wasn’t some anxious attraction. She couldn’t deal with whatever fucked up thing it said about her to be thinking of anything sexual at a time like this.

Brian covered her in bruises, thoroughly convinced her that her was life crashing down around her. Attraction had no place in her head. And still, she couldn’t stop her body from reacting to Cole.

“You’re not wearing anything under your clothes,” he whispered, swallowing hard. Their bodies were nearly touching when he palmed the back of her head. His eyes dropped to her chest in an agonizing drag that confirmed they were both behaving out of character. This kind of attraction and heat at a time like this made less than zero sense. And Lita didn’t care.

The rough palm to the back of her head should have made her squirm. She should have been screaming, or at the very least, triggered by last night. Those would have been normal reactions. But she leaned closer instead, solidifying that nothing about this was normal. She’d expected the meeting of their lips to be rough, with that hungry look in his eyes, but it was gentle, impossibly gentle. If it weren’t for the heat of his skin, she wouldn’t have even known his hand was there. He leaned down to her, inhaling the air like she was a drug.

Some part of herself yelled that she needed to get a grip. Half her body was the color of an eggplant, and more than that hurt like hell. Still, Cole’s gentle hands were fiery brands on her skin, making her impossibly aware of every part of them that touched. And they soothed. Damn, did they soothe everything ache the alcohol didn’t?

He leaned in to ghost another kiss over her mouth and she made a pitiful sound.

“Tell me to stop,” Cole sounded like he was begging. He sounded like a man that needed to be pushed away because he would not stop himself. This was the complication she didn’t need. He was the complication, and more specifically, the way she reacted whenever she was around him. She needed to pull the plug before things went too far. But Lita stayed silent, losing herself in his almost black eyes.

And when his lips touched hers again, it felt like she was floating. Or flying. Or literally no longer inside of her own body. Every pain left her. Weightless and high as a kite, she embraced the strange euphoria that drugged her. And then she slammed back into the heat all at once. His lips were soft and warm as he pulled her deeper into the kiss, their bodies pressing close. His gentle hands applied only a whisper of pressure. Enough to move her, but not enough to hurt. Lita ran her hands up his arms, starving for more.

True insanity was Lita jumping onto his hips, ignoring the stinging everywhere as he gently pressed her against the doorway, working his way into her mouth with his tongue. Her whole body felt alive with sensations. She couldn’t stop herself or pull away.

What the hell were they doing and why the hell were they doing it? Lita’s mind couldn’t form thoughts. Her hands were in his hair, tugging at the roots. As he slid his hand up her shirt, she moaned, leaning back to allow him access to her neck. His feverish hands erased every bruise, working wet, drep kisses down her neck to the unblemished parts of her. He stayed there for a while, growling as he licked and sucked the area.

bruise and even so,

been in. Cole shook his head, suddenly doused in ice

touching her but just breathing her in. “Tell me who

You can’t go around breaking down people’s do-” Stace stopped hard in her tracks as soon the saw them pressed against the closet door, “Oop

is there blood all over your living room? Who died?” Cole felt Lita slump into his arms before pushing away. They silently left the closet, exchanging a confused look at

like to know,” Cole growled, moving past Lita to sit on the couch. He scowled at her nosey neighbors, glancing in through the busted door as they walked by. Leaning forward to perch his elbows on his knees, Cole Mashed his canines

Doctor’s Orders

to wiggle the door back against the frame, and sat back down. It wasn’t

Tears ran down Stace’s face as she ran to hug Lita, “Was it

“WHAT EX?” Cole snapped.

bad as it seems,” Lita winced, pushing away to head for the kitchen. She needed something to do with herself because the

look that made her feel small and

low that she almost couldn’t

when he’s coming back. Look, there’s a lot more to this than it seems. I appreciate your concem but… I don’t want anyone

and seeming to catch a scent, he looked

worried, but Stace didn’t answer. Lita huffed, feeling

Lita’s voice cracked, “I’m

absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. And whoever did this better pray he

Stace p

pointed.

of someone’s worst nightmare. So, babe, tell me the truth,” Stace walked right up to her, her pretty, glassy eyes dead

secrets had come out already, Lita couldn’t survive another. Especially the one about James. She nodded carefully, pulling a cheese stick out of the fridge, hoping the

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