Page 34 of Coldhearted King

Cole regards me steadily. “He’s causing problems on my team.”

I shake my head. “This is a personal matter. I didn’t come here to get you to fix this for me.”

“I’m not fixing anything.”

I frown.

“I told you. I don’t appreciate people messing with my projects, and if Paul is messing with you, he’s messing with my project.”

My shoulders sag a little. Of course his concern is for the project, not me. I don’t know why I would have imagined otherwise.

He moves closer again. “You know you deserve a better man than him,” he says.

I square my shoulders and raise my chin. “I know.”

“You would never have been happy with him in the long run.”

“I know.” It comes out a little quieter and more shakily this time as I stare up at him, my heart pounding in my chest.

He takes one more step, and now I have to tilt back my head to meet his gaze. His eyes sweep over my face, and the woodsy, masculine scent of his aftershave takes me right back to the night we spent together. That’s a dangerous memory to dredge up right now.

I lick my lips, and he focuses on them. I remember what it felt like to have his mouth on mine. I remember his hands against my skin, his fingers inside me, and my body pulses with sudden need.

Cole grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You would never have been satisfied with him.”

I say nothing, frozen as I stare up at him. The heat rolling off his body warms me.

His thumb drags over my lower lip. “Did he make you come like I did, Delilah?” The rasp in his voice causes my nipples to pebble.

I don’t answer.

“Did you cry out for him, beg him to fill you again and again? Did you writhe and moan for him?”

The imagery is too vivid, affecting me too much. I can’t let him get to me. I can’t let myself fall under his spell. It won’t end well for me.

But I hesitate, even though I know it’s a bad idea, because he smells so good and I remember how incredible he made me feel.

He senses my weakness, a smile curving his seductive lips.

Then he takes one more step.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

COLE

Iback her against the door, looming over her and bracing my hands on either side of her head.

She tilts her face toward mine, eyes flashing. “What do you want, Cole?”

“You know what I want.”

She exhales shakily. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you want that from me? You have your choice of women. Why risk our professional relationship for this?”

I lower my head, my nose grazing against her cheek until I reach her ear. “Because I want another taste. I want to see if you’ll come as sweetly for me now as you did then.”

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