Page 45 of Not Before Game Night
The liquid fire scorched me clean, wild and raw, carnal then blissful as I watched him looking at me and taking me in with his gaze.
Every time he looked at me, it was like he was memorizing me, my face, my body, my reactions.
I’d never felt sexier, or more alive.
Like I was everything.
Chapter 12
Cole
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This waswhat it was like to hold the angel in my arms.
It was everything.
She was everything.
I looked down at her and had the distinct memory of the first fantasy I’d ever had of her.
I was sixteen, and I saw her at the beach sitting on the sand while her sisters flirted with a bunch of guys.
She’d sat there looking on in her little bikini. She never saw me looking, or I knew she would have looked back too. She couldn’t have looked more out of place if she’d tried because she really was so different from her sisters.
With that pure beauty on her pale skin, the sun washed over her, and I’d thought of walking right up to her and kissing her. I wouldn’t say anything or do anything. We’d just kiss.
Something as simple as a kiss wasn’t my style even back then. I lost my virginity at fifteen to a girl who was about to leave for college, and that was the moment I snapped and became the Cole people knew and feared.
I wasn’t the kind of guy sweet Vanessa should have obsessing over her, but I never stopped.
Now I could see I was right to be obsessed.
I was so obsessed with being with this woman that I didn’t care about anything besides being with her right now. Having her right now.
Satisfying my curiosity of being with her and satisfying my need to have her.
I didn’t mean to keep stopping to look at her, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to remember too.
I wanted to go slow and savor it.
That was a hard thing to do with the savage beast inside compelling me to unleash and fuck her the way I wanted to. It was hard to tame the primal instinct to do so, and remember this was her first time.
She already seemed so fragile in my arms, like the delicate being from ten years ago, and I knew at some point I’d have to hurt her once I was inside her.
As badly as I wanted her and as badly as I wanted to be inside her, I didn’t want to hurt her.
That just meant I had to play with her a little longer. More foreplay, more her.
“You like that, goddess?” I whispered over her skin. There weren’t enough names on this earth for her.Sweetheart, baby, goddess, angel, muse, divine, perfect.
Mine.
They were all her and more.
“I do,” she answered in a breathy voice.
“Want more?”
