Irresistibly Yours - Lauren Layne Page 0,34
be up to something.”
She smiled slightly, and even through the thickening snowfall he saw that she didn’t believe him.
What the hell had happened to this smiling, lovely woman to convince her that she was undesirable? That the prospect of a guy having any sort of sexual interest in her was laughable?
Sure, she wasn’t overtly sexy. But Cole was beginning to think that had more to do with the fact that Penelope herself never seemed to be thinking about sex, rather than the fact that men didn’t think about sex with her.
Cole definitely wasn’t finding it a stretch to think of Penelope in a not so platonic fashion. Something about her big eyes and petite body and—
Her gloved hands reached out to wrap lightly around his forearms as she went on her toes and kissed his cheek.
Cole wasn’t terribly tall—six feet, give or take—but Penelope was so short that he had to move his head down, just slightly, so that she could reach.
“Thanks for a nice evening, Cole.” Her fingers squeezed lightly as she took a step back, and the gesture was friendly to the point of being sisterly.
Which didn’t explain why Cole found himself, just slightly, stunned by the contact.
She lifted her hand with another of those happy grins and started to turn away, and something in Cole snapped, and he wanted to prove…something.
To her? To himself?
Hell, he didn’t know. Didn’t bother to think. “Hey, Penelope.”
She turned back around. “Yeah?”
His eyes locked on hers. “You never answered Lincoln’s question.”
She looked at him in confusion. “What question?”
“About the type of kiss you prefer.”
Her lips parted slightly, and damned if he wasn’t getting to know this woman, because he spotted the flicker of wariness on her face even as she pushed it away with a smile. “Oh, well…we really only tried the one, you know?”
“Did you like it?”
What the hell, Sharpe? What are you doing?
The snow had eased up, just a few flakes floating around them now. “Um, I guess so?”
Her voice was straight-up nervous now, and if he had any decency, he’d let it drop. Instead he moved toward her again.
“You don’t sound convinced. Head-holding kisses aren’t your thing, then?”
Her laugh was breathy. Nervous. “Well, it wasn’t the most romantic of situations. It was hard to really, um, gauge.”
“Huh,” he said, stopping when there were just a few inches separating them. She didn’t back away from him, but her eyes were cautious, her body language telling him to back off.
He didn’t.
“When was the last time you’ve been decently kissed, Penelope?”
She licked her lips. The gesture was more nervous than it was seductive, but damned if Cole wasn’t seduced all the same.
This was madness.
She was his co-worker. They spent eight to five together, Monday through Friday. Did he really want to go and complicate that?
No. He didn’t.
Especially considering the little pep talk she’d given him a couple weeks ago about how they were going to be friends. Just friends.
Tell her good night. Go home and take a cold shower. Or better yet, go home and call one of the dozen of willing, uncomplicated women in your black book who will know the score.
But then he saw it. Saw that she saw the moment he’d decided to walk away. That she’d been expecting it.
Cole didn’t have a temper, wasn’t prone to bursts of anger. But he was good and pissed. Pissed at whomever had taught her that she didn’t deserve a hot good-night kiss on a New York City sidewalk.
Cole tugged off his glove, then slipped his hand around the back of her neck, his thumb running along her jawline, as he slid his other arm around her back, the bulk of her puffy winter coat doing nothing to disguise how small she was.
“Cole—”
He bent his knees slightly as he used his thumb to hook under her chin, tilting her face up to his. He paused for the briefest of moments—giving her the opportunity to pull away…to protest if she didn’t want this.
She didn’t protest.
He kissed her.
He kissed Penelope Pope in the snow like his life depended on it.
His lips moved against hers insistently, swallowing the sweet breathy noises she made, his arm bringing them even more firmly together.
And when she molded herself against him, her snowy gloved hands coming up to cup his face, Cole forgot all about the reasons they shouldn’t be doing this. Forgot about the fact that this was going to make Monday morning a hell of a lot more complicated.
He thought only of her. Of them. His tongue