“Then, I am your girl,” I say softly through lowered lashes. He leans closer and I think he is about to kiss me, when he abruptly pulls back. I look up in annoyance at the hovering waiter come to take our drinks order. It’s a bar for heaven’s sake, do we not go and order our own? But no, apparently, the waiter is Cole’s 'biggest fan' and the two spend a few moments chatting. He is very amiable with his fans. I twiddle my thumbs and order a Scotch when I finally get remembered.
“Sorry,” he mumbles as the waiter disappears clutching his autographed napkin to him.
“No worries. You are famous?” I ask. I mean, I know that he is because of going over to the Other World and learning who he was, but I had never heard of him before then. Not surprising with my sheltered and busy life, though. I don’t know anybody.
He splutters. “You don’t know who I am?” he asks.
I shake my head as our drinks arrive and I take a sip. “Should I?” I say with a suitably confused expression.
“Ah, well, no, I suppose not…” he trails off and stares at me. I stare innocently back, and he chuckles. “Sorry, I don’t get that a lot, especially from such a beautiful woman.”
“You usually have beautiful women throw themselves at you?” I ask with an arched eyebrow, getting into this role now. Being her is so easy and such fun. He is fun and sweet, but there is no edge to him as there is as him as a Vampire. He just, is.
“Let’s just say that there are some crazy stalkers out there,” he admits ruefully.
“I’m sure,” I murmur.
“Are you a crazy stalker?” he asks me with a wicked smile.
“Oh no. I have never stalked anyone in my life,” I say in mock horror with my hand on my chest. “I am wounded you would think otherwise.”
He laughs. “No, I don’t suppose you have. You have no need. You are probably the one fighting off crazy stalkers.”
“So, does that make you a crazy stalker?” I ask.
“If you keep looking at me like that I may have to start,” he says as he leans forward again. I lower my gaze from his eyes to his mouth and back up again and his breath hitches.
“Like that, you mean?” I whisper.
“Just like that,” he says before he pulls me to him for a kiss. I fall into it, forgetting all about everybody else and just focusing on him. He has to fall in love with me so I can turn him. That is all that matters.
“Shall we take this upstairs?” he murmurs, and at my nod, he drags me to my feet and leads me hastily to the elevators. I punch in the floor number to my own suite and lead him inside. My palms are sweating, and I find I am nervous. Except for Constantine, I have never been propositioned quite so hastily before. I wonder if it all happened this quickly with the other versions of us. Is it all a part of destiny, or am I completely naïve and this is how things are nowadays? Either way, I know I want him, so I just go with it. As soon as the door closes, he takes me in his arms and crushes me to him as he kisses me, his hands in my hair, over my back, and down to my backside. On a whim, I get rid of my underwear before his hands go up my skirt and he moans into my mouth as he feels my bare skin. “Oh God, you are so sexy,” he says as he pulls my leg up around his waist and pushes me back against the wall. I fumble with his pants, trying to get him free as he takes off his shirt. He pulls my hands away and runs his hands up my top to cup my naked breasts underneath, rubbing his palms over my nipples. I can feel my fangs aching to drop, but I can’t. Not yet. He pulls my top off and lowers his mouth, closing his lips over my peaked nipple. I run my hands through his hair as he swipes his tongue over me. “I want you, Liv,” he says, coming back up to kiss me.
“I want you too. Now,” I say as I reach for him again, but he pushes me away and takes my hand, pulling me towards the bed. He turns me around and gasps at the Dragon on my back, who thankfully realizes She is in human company and is staying remarkably still. “Wow,” he breathes. “You have got to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” He kisses my shoulder and then all the way down my spine as he pushes my skirt to the floor.
“Cole,” I say, turning to him. “Take me now.” I lower myself to the bed and scoot back.
He doesn’t need asking twice after that and loses his pants and crawls over me, dropping little kisses everywhere before he plunges his tongue right into my wet entrance as he rubs his thumb over my clit. I come almost instantly, and I feel him smile against me. “Easy, aren’t you?” he asks as he kisses my still flat stomach and circles my belly button with his tongue.
“Not usually,” I lie, because who am I kidding, I love sex, especially this wanto
n, lust-filled variety that Liv is so fond of. I must remember that I am supposed to be her. That is who he fell in love with. “But your tongue is like magick, I can’t help myself,” I smirk at him and he chuckles.
“Such a flatterer. I bet you say that to all the guys,” he says as he kisses me, and I run my tongue around his lips, tasting myself.
“Just you,” I say against his lips as he moves over me.
I can feel him gently against me and I raise my hips, but he hesitates with a look I can’t quite place. “Uh, do you have…you know…protection?” he asks me.
I stare at him blankly. He’s worried about protection? Should I tell him I already set the wards the second I walked into the suite?
“Liv?” he asks me, as I continue to remain silent, trying to figure out if on some level he knows what I am. I realize I am being ridiculous, but I don’t know what he is asking me. I shake my head because I am pretty sure that I don’t have what he wants. All I’ve got is the clothes on my back, well, the floor, and the fake documents. “Oh,” he says disappointedly and moves away from me.
“Wait,” I say, pulling him back. “Where are you going?”
“To get some,” he says as if I am a bit dense. “We can’t do it without.”
“Why not?” I ask as the penny finally drops, and I realize what he is talking about. “I am suitably protected.”