Page 15 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
“Wait.” I reach over and hit the button to our floor.
“No.” He presses the open button and the doors part.
“We can go to your room or my room.” My fingers frantically press the close button multiple times. As the door begins to shut, he presses the open button.
“Cole, I don’t want to go for a walk.”
“That’s only because you’re drunk.”
I gasp. I’m tempted to slap him across the face. Maybe if there was enough space between us, I might try.
I let the door slide shut.
“I am not drunk.” I try to free myself from his grasp, but he doesn’t let go.
He presses his forehead against mine. “I want this, Maggie. I want you so fucking bad.”
“You have a real nice way ofshowing it.” I wiggle, but he’s clearly made of all muscle. I’m stuck against him. And not in a good way.
“I’m not going to be another regret in your life. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I must be a little more than buzzed, because what the hell is he going on about?
“Maybe you’re the one who’s drunk ‘cause you’re not making any sense.”
He growls in frustration. “I don’t know what’s so goddam complicated. I’m not going to screw you when you’re intoxicated and not thinking straight.”
His words are like a slap to the face. “Let me go, Cole.”
He releases me.
I tumble backward, but regain myself against the bar on the opposite wall. “Asshole,” I snarl, but all I can think about is our kiss. And how damn good his foot massage felt. How I sunk into a world of bliss that almost took me over the edge. At the bar! From no more than him touching me foot.
Shit, maybe I am drunker than I think I am.
“Would have you kissed me if you were sober?”
“I guess you’ll never find out.” But I wonder if I would have made the first move? Somewhere deep, deep down, I know the answer is no.
“That’s a damn shame.”
“You missed your opportunity, cowboy.”
He’s across the elevator in a flash. His palms are flat against the wall on either side of me. His face inches from mine. I feel his hot breath on my lips.
“If you remember this in the morning, you’re going to feel like a damn fool,” he growls.
Defence riddles me. “You’re going to feel like a damn fool.” Oh my lord, what is the matter with my mouth? Why won’t it just stop talking?
“Just remember, I respect you so damn much, that I’m willing to pass up this opportunity. When we make love, you won’t regret it. You’ll be begging me for more.”
The door slides open and he pushes off the wall. He’s stalks down the hallway. His long strides take him to his door before I even step into the hallway. The elevator closes behind me.
Cole gives me one last look before slamming his suite door shut.
Macho asshole.
My bare feet stomp across the carpeted hallway andstraight into my bedroom. I shut the door and lean against it. A heavy sigh rolls out of me. I close my eyes. My skin still tingles everywhere he’s touched. I can taste his mouth. Feel the perfect pressure. My core throbs. I unbutton enough of my dress to shove it down over my hips. It pools at my feet. I climb under the sheets in my bra and panties. I close my eyes and envision Cole as I slide my fingers over my breasts. I see the hot fire in his eyes as he massaged my feet. His cocky smirk. And the way he lifted me on the prize table last year and how perfect he fit between my legs.
