Oh, I just bet it is.
His soft chuckle curls around me as I give him the death glare, and when that sexy grin materializes, my nipples harden. “Don’t you trust me?”
“No,” I shoot back quickly.
He laughs. “Come on, what did I ever do to you?”
“You called me names, Cole. Mean names.”
He angles his head, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry. I never meant to be mean…not to you, Nina.”
My heart flips at the softness in his voice, the sincerity, the… What the hell? That can’t be real. This is Cocky Cole, and he must be playing with me somehow.
I clear my tightening throat. “A little too late, don’t you think?”
“Can you please just come with me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you won’t tell me where you’re taking me. Lord knows what you have in mind.”
That slow-ass sexy grin of his is making me insane, making it harder and harder to keep from just throwing myself at him and letting him take me wherever he wants.
“If you’re worried it’s my bedroom, it’s not,” he says.
“I never thought that,” I blurt out, but his brow arches, like he’s begging to differ. God, am I that obvious? A blush comes over me at my presumptuousness. Just because we kissed doesn’t mean he wants me in his bed. A little embarrassed, I say, “Then show me here.”
“I can’t.”
“Well—”
“Nina, are you always so stubborn?”
“That’s name calling again, Cole.”
“Jesus, woman.”
Before I even realize what he’s doing, he scoops me up and leaves the kitc
hen.
“Put me down!” I say and squirm against him.
“You’re going to want to stop that.”
“I will not stop.”
“Nina, I’m getting a hard-on again, so if you’re okay with that, go ahead and keep wiggling.”
OMFG.
“Oh.”
Maybe I wasn’t so wrong in thinking he wanted to take me to his bedroom. I mean this is the second time I’ve felt his hard on tonight. Then again, he’s been out of commission for so long, a grilled cheese sandwich would probably turn him on. The steak sure seemed to, and he was pretty excited about his sugary cereal.
“Yeah. Oh.”