"It's not like a big deal," I mumble.

"It is a big deal."

"Why, because I'm a virgin? It's not like a disease or something," I snap.

He sighs. "No, Annie. It's a big deal because I could have hurt you."

The words shock me to my core, and I stare at him.

He's worried about hurting me?

"That's not..." My voice trails off, and I struggle to find the right words.

"I'm a bastard, but I'm not that much of a bastard," he says, his tone gentle.

"You wouldn't have hurt me," I insist. "I would'vebeen fine."

He gives me a rueful smile, and it touches on a nerve a bit. Like I'm some naive little girl.

That's probably what he thinks of me now.

I furrow my brows and prepare to tell him to get out, but he reaches up and skims his fingers over my cheek, and the words die in my throat.

"Annie, I'm not... gentle," he whispers. "I'm very particular about things, and I like them a certain way."

The words send a shiver of anticipation through me, and my thighs press together, a jolt of pleasure running through me.

"What kind of way?" I say, my throat dry.

He hesitates, and his eyes darken.

"I'm demanding," he says slowly, as if testing the words.

I swallow, my pulse quickening.

Demanding. What exactly does he mean by that?

"Tell me," I say, anticipation clawing at my stomach.

Cole looks at me, his eyes searching mine.

"When I fuck a woman," he says, and the way he almost growls the word "fuck" sends a jolt through me. "It's not a... it's not something soft and slow. It's hard, and it's rough, and it's... intense."

A shiver runs through me, and Cole's gaze drops to my lips.

"You're telling me you'd be likethat with me?" I whisper.

His gaze returns to mine, and the heat in his eyes scorches through me.

"Not the first time," he says, and I remember what set us onto this conversation in the first place.

Right. Me being a virgin.

"Do you think I wouldn't like it?" I say, hoping to entice him back to where we were a second ago.

"No, Annie," he says softly. "I think you'd love it."

"Then why not now?"