Nice Guys Don't Win (The Boys #2) - Micalea Smeltzer Page 0,71
a point.”
“And what point is that?”
Teddy straightens his shoulders, starting back at the glowering Cole who’s quite a few inches taller than him. “That you want her.” His eyes flicker to me. “Sorry, Z. But I had to do something to get his head out of his ass.”
“You crossed a line.” Cole’s shoulders are tense in front of me.
People are staring, expecting a fight and I hate that they’re eager for the potential confrontation.
I curl my hand around Cole’s forearm, and he relaxes the tiniest bit. “Come on,” I tug on him, “let’s go.”
Cole points a warning finger in Teddy’s face. “Try that shit again and you’ll regret it.”
Teddy just smirks when Cole wraps an arm around me to steer me away.
“You can thank me later!” Teddy yells after us.
Cole freezes, his body tensing. “Let’s go,” I plead. He shakes his head and strides forward. “Wait, my coat.” I look behind me, not sure where it ended up.
“I’ll get you a new one.”
“Cole—” I gasp when my back is pressed up against the wall of the entryway, his body crowds around me. “Wha—”
My question is cut off when he kisses me. Like that day in the locker room, I’m taken completely by surprise, and this is nothing like that stunt Teddy pulled.
His tongue strokes mine, the smell of his cologne invading my senses. Cupping my cheek, he angles my head back, deepening the kiss. He tastes of his favorite cinnamon gum.
As quickly as it began, he stops. Dark eyes pierce mine. Stroking his thumb over my bottom lip he murmurs, “His lips couldn’t be the last ones to touch yours. I won’t allow it.”
“A-Allow it?” I stutter.
He shakes his head, lower to press his lips against my ear. “Not when you’re mine. I know it. You know it.”
An unspoken question reflects in his eyes.
A thousand thoughts and concerns war through my head, but I silence them all, blocking out the noise.
“Yes.”
Cole grips the wheel with one hand, gaze forward, while his other hand sits on my jean-clad leg, his thumb rubbing in circles that get gradually closer to my center that pulses with a need only he can satisfy.
I’m aching with a desire that vibrates through my entire body.
I’ve never felt like this before. Even with Todd, sex was just … something we did. It wasn’t really a want or a need. I thought for a long time that maybe I just lacked much of a sex-drive, but I realize now the missing ingredient was true attraction.
Cole parks the truck and we’re silent as we walk up the stairs, our hands clasped together.
He unlocks the door, closing it gently behind us. We keep staring at one another, like we’re afraid to break the silence. I swear if he changes his mind, I’m going to have whatever is the female equivalent of blue balls. Blue clitoris, perhaps?
He looks delicious in a pair of dark blue jeans and fitted black Henley with a leather jacket over top. His brows are dipped low, brown eyes intense. His jaw is perfectly sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves and whatever is in his cologne is making my hormones go crazy.
It seems like he’s not going to make the first move, probably gauging how much I actually want this. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I reach for my Aldridge U sweatshirt and slip it off my head. It drops to the floor. Next, I toe off my white Converse. His eyes follow my fingers when I pop the button on my jeans, the zipper sliding down before I wiggle them off my hips. I teasingly sway my hips as I take off my shirt and it joins the rest of my clothes on the floor until I’m left in only my bra and panties. I can’t even remember which ones I put on this morning and I hope to God they at least match, but I don’t take my eyes off him to look.
“You’re wearing too much.”
He arches a brow, wetting his lips with his tongue. “That so?”
“I mean, unless you don’t want—”
He crosses the distance between us in a single breath, silencing me with a bruising kiss. “I want to.”
He removes his clothes in record time until he’s left in only a pair of boxer-briefs that hug his thighs and highlight his massive erection.
I choke back a gasp at the sheer size of it held back by its fabric prison.