"Let's do something really crazy, Anna."
She shivered as his lips made contact with her lobe. Even though he knew he needed to be holding focus, that his goal was the most important thing here, not how much he wanted pretty Anna, he had to pull her earlobe between his teeth and nip at it.
So perfectly, incredibly responsive to his every touch, Anna arched into him, her full, hard-tipped br**sts practically searing him through her dress and his shirt, another whimper of need, of desire sounding from her lips.
"So sweet," Cole murmured against her soft skin as he ran his mouth down her neck, his tongue dipping into the hollow of her shoulder bone. Her br**sts, full with arousal, pressed up and out toward his mouth from the neckline of her pink dress. He was half a breath away from unzipping her dress right then and there so that he could swirl her ni**les against his tongue, when the crash of a glass at the bar pulled him back into the here and now.
Her eyes were cloudy with desire, only partially focusing as she said, "What could be crazier than this?"
Jesus, he'd completely forgotten about his question, about where he was going with it.
Again.
How was one tiny woman--a woman who wasn't even his type, for f**k's sake--turning his brain, and body, completely inside out?
Needing space, needing air to get his brain to function again, he made himself move back an inch from her curves, from her warmth. But all that did was make it easier for him to look at her. She was so pretty--and so damn pure despite the way she'd been kissing him like a wildcat in heat--that his stomach twisted even as he said, "What's the craziest thing you can think of doing with me tonight?"
The club was dark, but not dark enough that he could miss the flush across her cheeks, or the way the heated vee between her thighs shifted closer to his rock-hard erection in an dance as old as time.
The smile curved his lips before he realized it. "Don't worry, baby, we're definitely going to be doing that, regardless of your answer."
She licked her lips. Her sweet, plump, cherry-red lips. "I don't--" She shook her head, her shoulder-length brown hair moving across her shoulders. "I wasn't going to say--"
"You do," he countered, "and you were." Dropping his lips back down over hers, he said,
"But since that's a given, what other kind of crazy have you got for me?"
Her fingertips tightened on his shoulders. "You and me doing ... it's a given?"
"Yup."
"But we just met."
"Lucky us."
He was glad to hear a surprised little giggle escape her lips, but then, too soon, she was back to her arguments."I don't do things like this."
"I know you don't."
She frowned and, without thinking, he reached up to brush away the lines between her eyes. He wanted to see her smile, not frown.
"How?"
Her soft skin against his fingertips had him losing his train of thought. Hell, how could he possibly think without any blood left in his brain? Not even close to knowing what she was asking, all he could do was echo, "How what?"
"How do you know I don't do things like this?"
"I just do."
Her full lips pressed together. Shit, that wasn't the right answer.
"Because I look boring."
"Hell, no." A little bit of spark came back into her eyes, enough to tell him that he was heading in the right direction again. Thank God. "You've been anything but boring."
She cocked her pretty head to one side, the hair brushing against her shoulder blades, making him wonder what it would feel like brushing over his dick as she blew him, sixty-nine position.
"But you're surprised by that, aren't you?"