Fuck, what was she doing to him? He had to get out of here. She didn’t deserve to be mauled, and the mood he was now in, he didn’t trust himself with her. The suddenness with which he released her had her stumbling back, her arms grabbing at the wall to hold herself up. His eyes ran over her, taking in her lips swollen from his kisses, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. He saw the hurt look on her face.
“Cole?”
“I’m sorry, Angel.” Then he noticed that the blood that was still trickling from the corner of his mouth had gotten on her face. He reached up to gently brush the blood from her lips with his thumb and realized just how much she didn’t belong here. This was no place for her. He shook his head.
“I should never have brought you here.” He backed up a step. “You deserve better than this. Better than me. I can’t do this, Angel.” He backed up another step. “I’ve got to go.”
“Go? Go where?”
He turned to leave.
“Cole, wait…” The door opened. “Please, don’t go,” she pleaded.
He walked out, slamming the door behind him.