Page 41 of Not Before Game Night
All of it. The look was filled with desire. Like he wanted just me, and it didn’t escape me that he looked at me like that knowing I wouldn’t have been like all the women he’d had.
Not like the experienced women he’d been with who knew what to do in the bedroom.
Vanessa the Virgin. He knew now, but it was as if that whole conversation never happened and all that was between us was that wild chemistry.
The wild spark of the rebel who never did as he was told, and always what he wanted to do.
He bent down and gave me that little smile of his he knew I would never resist.
He crooked his finger, and like an obedient servant, I went to his lips. I kissed him, but he didn’t kiss me back. He just allowed me to kiss him.
I moved back slightly so I could gaze up at him, but he caught my face and held me there.
“Cole.” I spoke his name on the edge of a breath.
“Shhh.” He gave me his trademark smile and leaned in close to my ear, almost menacing. “No. Don’t you dare come up with some cock and bull tonight. You have something that belongs to me.”
I twisted my head, brushing my nose against his cheek. “What?”
“Your body. Your virginity. It’s mine. I’m taking it tonight.”
The jolt from the sexual energy that rippled from his words swept through me, leaving me dazed and my mouth watering for him.
He stepped back and stretched out his hand for me to take.
As I looked down at his large hand beckoning me to be with him, the only answer in my head was yes.
It was the only answer that filled my mind along with the anticipation of tonight when I took his hand and he led me away.
Chapter 11
Vanessa
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His room smelled justlike him.
Rich with the dark sandalwood fragrance of his aftershave.
It curled through the air and seeped into my mind, deep into my memory.
It would be part of what I remembered about tonight.
A gentle breeze drifted in from his opened windows, and in the soft moonlight that filtered into the room, the curve of his cheek and the slant of his lips became more pronounced.
Cole switched on the light and closed the door behind us.
He’d released my hand a second ago so I could walk in. He looked at me and leaned against the door.
“Are you scared?” he asked, and I didn’t know what to say.
“Please don’t make fun of me if I say yes.” God, my heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe.
Yet, there he was, cool and calm in his usual Cole Buchanan manner. Standing there looking like the perfect specimen of a man. A man who’d been with women who were compatible with him.
“Why would I make fun of you?” The rich timbre of his voice steady and sure reached into me along with the penetrative stare he gave me. It was like he was trying to see my deeper most inner thoughts.
“I’m not what you’re used to. I haven’t…” Damn it, my hands started to shake again. How did I go from strong woman who could normally handle herself in any situation to this person I’d become in seconds who was shaking like a damn leaf?
