His face was inches from hers, and they were both breathing heavily, writhing against each other. He drove himself deep into her, and she moved her pelvis in answering thrusts. She felt close to him—so close, almost too close, as if he was breaking through some barrier she’d put up, battering at it with each stroke of his cock. There was a banging noise. At first Dana thought it was her own mind, an auditory hallucination of a battering ram. When she was having sex with Cole, she felt utterly lost, and maybe that meant— But no. It was real. The door burst open, wood splintering, screaming on its hinges. She screamed, her body tensing. Cole let go of her hands, twisting his body in the direction of the noise. He was still inside her. People were rushing into the room. She could see them, barely illuminated by the hallway lights. Inside the hotel room, it was dark. But she could see the distinctive outlines of SF tranquilizer guns. No, she thought. A shadow moved on Cole, pressing one of the tranq guns into the back of his head.
