Widespread fingers round the half-cracked door with all the strength of a villain. Shoving it open.
Cole never breaks eye contact, reading my response from memory. Our conversation lit up on his screen, facing me.
“I thought hellhounds lasted longer.” Raising a dark eyebrow. He sounds predatory, but his expression is almost amused.
He was fully in my room now.
“Did you want to find out how long I can last, baby?” he jeers, smirking. “That why you didn’t come down?”
My butt hits the back of my desk as he leans over me like a demon. Dressed in all black. He’d stalked me like I was prey.
His lips part in a dark grin spreading to his eyes. I fight to keep my face even when his stare turns hard, breathy.
“Not interested in sharing, that’s okay, neither am I.”
I swallowed thickly. Cole wasn’t talking about the key card anymore.
He comes closer still. Those blue eyes penetrating and filled with dirty, impure thoughts. I suddenly needed to know what those were.
Cole, never one to disappoint, gives me a small insight into his head. As if he can read my thoughts.
His fingers flick the hem of my shorts playfully before his eyes darken. Skimming his fingers higher until he forcefully latches onto my hip. Pulling me against him.
I gasp at the closeness. My chest pounds underneath my shirt.
“Do I make you wet, princess?” His breaths so cocky I fight a groan at the arrogance.
He rolls his hips and my core throbs. Fuck, how did he affect me so easily?
My room too humid, stuffy. The atmosphere thick with desire.
Cole’s breath tickles my neck, burrowing in the crook. His fingers continued skimming across the waistband of my shorts. I thought I had butterflies before, they were nothing compared to now.
“I can do a whole lot of things in two minutes,princess.” His voice scratchy and rough.
I felt weak, delirious, drunk off his touch. I realized I didn’t care.
The grip I have on the desk tightens. It’s the only thing holding me up, knees weak. His caress on my neck featherlike, nuzzling a light chuckle on my skin.
My heart rate skyrocketed through the roof. That conceited sound making me weak. Cole knew what he was doing. How much he was affecting me.
I pull back and he almost looks disappointed. Hooded drawn eyes peering down at me so sharp you’d thought I was looking at the bottom of the ocean.
Stepping out of his touch, I put as much distance between us as I can manage. I had more respect for myself, Cole had done nothing but bully his way into my life.
I could resist. Iwouldresist him.
Cole’s words yesterday carrying new meaning. Seems he made me irrational too.
“What did you want?” I ask, trying to clear my foggy brain.
“The key card,” he grits out. Tone more rigid than a dull blade.
Mentally the fingers in my brain snap. The whole reason he’d come up here in the first place. The only reason I didn’t want him up, coming true moments earlier. Cole disjointing my rational thoughts with a single touch.
“Why do you want the card.”
“Because I asked for it,” he says, not missing a beat.