Game For Love(36)

Yes, he knew that was their agreement. One he'd thought he was happy with.

"You won't even take jewelry, Anna. I'm not worried about you coming after my house."

But instead of agreeing with him, she frowned. "But you don't know anything about me."

He couldn't keep away from her, had to move closer. "You sure about that? Seems to me I've learned quite a bit about you since last night."

Her beautiful face flushed. "I'm not talking about sex."

"Sure you are, sweetheart. You can't hide from your sensuality anymore. I won't let you."

"I'm not hiding from anything." She thrust her chin up into the air, putting her lips even closer to his.

He moved even closer. "My sweet little liar. Don't you know you give yourself away every time you look at me like that--like you'll die if I don't kiss you in the next five seconds?"

Her eyes widened again, but this time desire trumped her surprise, and he had to kiss her.

Her mouth opened for his, her tongue meeting him halfway.

Cole loved fucking as much as any other guy. More, probably, given the rampant opportunities in his line of work. But usually after he'd come a couple of times, he was pretty much done for a while. At least until the next day.

Not this time.

Not with Anna.

For some reason, just looking at her, just talking to her, teasing her, had him wanting her so bad he was about to bust through his zipper. She made him feel insatiable to the point that he knew he could easily spend the rest of the night taking her again and again. Hell, the only reason he could see to get out of bed at any point in the near future was because he had a job to do out on the field Sunday.

Which meant they had a good twelve hours to fill until then.

But the way she'd said, "You don't know anything about me," bothered him. "Where were you born?"

Her body stiffened in clear surprise. "Why?"

"Tell me, sweetheart. Where were you born?"

"Palo Alto."



Noting that she hadn't moved far from home, her apartment barely an hour from her childhood home, he asked, "College?"

"Stanford."

He wasn't surprised to hear that his sweet little sex goddess was carrying around a big brain too. Intelligence sparkled from her ocean eyes.

"Major?"

"Education."

"Favorite color?"

"Yellow."

He had to smile against her lips, where he'd been asking his questions. He loved talking to her like this, right on the verge of a kiss, knowing he could take her mouth, devour her at any time.

"Hobbies?"

"Reading."

"Any ex-husbands?"

She tried to pull away from him. "No!"

He tightened his hold on her, was glad to feel her relax back into his arms. "I know you have four sisters. Any brothers?"

"No."

He knew her age and birthday from the marriage license they'd filled out. "Favorite movie?"

"Hoosiers."

This time he was the one shifting in surprise. "A basketball movie?"

She grinned. "Basketball is just one facet of the story. It's actually a very moving portrayal of second chances and overcoming racism and finding real love."

He grinned back at the woman he'd married. She was just so likeable.

And so damn pretty.

"Your turn. But let's do it backwards. Movie?"

"Pretty Woman." Her eyes sparkled. "Are you laughing at my answer?"

"No." A giggle erupted. "Okay, yes. A little bit. It was a great movie, but you're such a guy."

"What guy wouldn't like the part where Vivian waited for Edward at his dining table wearing only a tie and spike heels?"

"Perv." She smacked his chest, but she didn't try to move out of his arms. "Brothers or sisters?"

He shook his head. "I wish."

She paused for a moment, her eyes softening, her fingers unconsciously stroking his biceps. "Ex-wives?"

"Hell, no."

She raised an eyebrow at that. "Hobbies."

"Crushing the offense."

She cocked her head to the side. "What does that mean?"

"I'm a linebacker, sweetheart. My job is making sure no one gets through the line."

"What about your spare time? What do you like to do when you're not playing football?"

He grinned wickedly. "How about I show you again right now?"

"Cole!" She smacked his shoulder. "Apart from that."



He shrugged. "Helping out a teammate's camp for kids and doing some reading with a literacy program."

Cole was used to people looking at him like he was a walking bank account. Like he was a hero, a sports god. But no one but his grandmother had ever looked at him like this, like she saw something inside him that pleased her.