I exhaled in a huff, unaware I was holding my breath. “I was trying to strike a pose, so to speak, you know, look sexy. I wanted to get your attention.” “It worked.” A languid smile spread from his lips to his eyes. He walked closer, his burgeoning erection visible in his jeans. He took his leather jacket off and hastily dropped it on the couch while walking toward me. The halogen lamps hanging over the bar cast a downward glow, which looked like a halo over his head. For a moment, I was looking into the eyes of an angel; he was that beautiful. Cole reached me in a few steps. Pulling up my chin his lips devoured mine. He kissed hard, demanding, his tongue claiming my mouth, darting in and out, licking my lips, dancing with my tongue. I immediately went into sensory overload; the taste of him, the smell of him, that wonderful intoxicating smell that infused my nostrils making me heady. His hands moved to both sides of my head, held me in place, and kissed me like a starved man would eat a steak.
