He sighs. "Because your first time should be special."
I snort, unable to stop myself.
"You've been reading too many romance novels."
Cole chuckles.
"You have. I can tell. You're trying to treat me like I'm some blushing virgin, and I'm not. And I'm not some fragile doll that will break, either."
"You don't understand, Annie," he says, his eyes going so dark, they're nearly black. "That's what I want."
"I want to break you," he says. "I want you to cry and beg for mercy."
The breath stops in my throat.
"I won't be satisfied until I've had every inch of you. Over and over and over again," he says, his voice a low growl.
My heart is thundering in my ears, and the blood is roaring. I don't even realize I'm practically in his lap until he tilts his head and brushes his lips against my cheek.
"You'll come so many times, you'll beg me to stop," he breathes against my skin. "But I won't."
Well, damn.
"What if that's what I want?" I breathe, reaching out and tracing my fingers along his jaw.
He leans into the touch, his eyes burning into mine.
"Not the first time," he insists, and the way he says "first" makes me tremble.
"When, then?" I lean forward and brush my lips against his, then lean back again.
"You're playing with fire," he says, his voice a low rumble.
"Maybe I want to get burned," I say, unable to believe the words coming out of my mouth.
I never thought I was like this.
I always assumed I'd be like those women you see in movies. All shy and demure when the moment finally came. But no, apparently not.
Cole reaches up and grips my chin, holding my head still.
"Not the first time," he says deliberately. "The first time we go slow and careful."
"That's not—"
"Enough," he says, his tone demanding.
My pulse leaps, and a shiver runs through me.
"Yes, sir," I say, trying to inject some humor.
I fail.
Cole's eyes go so dark, I swear I can see the flames dancing in his eyes. I feel the fire inside me rising to meet his, and for a moment, everything is still.
Chapter Seventeen
Cole