p me of making a mistake. No man is so selfless. Not when there is no-strings-attached sex. He says, "No, it wasn't a yes. And stop looking at me like I have an ulterior motive. It's very simple

a psychopath!" "We both know you're not." "But I could be." "Just kiss me already. People are watching." "Let them fucking look." "Don't make me beg. This is embarrassing." His eyes glow dangerously. His laugh is low and strong. "You are not embarrassed at all." "I was there earlier. Now I'm horny. His eyes soften, as does his voice. "Shay, seriously. What the hell are you doing?" "Making me happy. Putting my own needs first." "This isn't about your needs. It's about your ego. That idiot Chet hurt you, and you want to use me to fix that. "He didn't hurt my ego. He broke my heart. And you have five seconds, the from now on, to decide before I get up and leave. One night, Cole. That's all. One night and we'll never see each other again. Let's do this." His gaze changes to genuine confusion. Somehow his mood swings make him even more attractive. "You are the most baffling woman I have ever met." "You should see my breasts. Then you will be really impressed." A sound resonates in his chest. It's low and dangerous, like a wolf's growl. When his gaze falls to my lips, I know I almost caught him. I whisper, "I have very sensitive nipples. I can't wait to feel your tongue on them." There's a moment-a long, breathless moment-when I can almost hear the thread of his self-control fraying. Then the last of his restraints break. He leans in and covers my mouth with his. Cole She tastes like fine whiskey and nightmares. The second our mouths fuse, she moans. Low and smooth, rising from the back of his throat, the sound fries the part of my brain responsible for restraint and good decision-making. I cup her chin in my hand and drink greedily from her delicious mouth, like a man who has lived without water for years. She leans into me, splaying her hand over the center of my chest, arching closer to my body. In the distance, someone whistles and starts clapping. We both ignored it. I slide my tongue against hers and wish we were already naked. "Get us a room," she breathes, her lips moving against mine. I capture her lips again because I haven't finished kissing her yet. She is delicious. Warm, smooth, feminine and completely delicious. I want to devour every inch of her body. I want to leave handprints on her skin. I want to bite her, lick her and fuck her in every way,