Fuck!I wanted to show her just how crazy things could get between the two of us.
Oh, she was a sexual woman, all right. She’d just never been with a man who could show her exactly what lust, sensuality, and desire felt like.
When I looked down and saw the vulnerability in her beautiful blue eyes, I knew I had to end this interlude as quickly as possible.
If she was a woman who knew exactly what she was getting herself into, I would have talked my way into her bed in a heartbeat.
But…she didn’t.
When it came to the pleasures of the flesh, Lauren was about as naïve as a woman could get, and there was no way in hell I could take advantage of that.
She deserved the quintessential nice guy who would shower her with affection and romance before he tried to get her into his bed.
How in the hell had I forgotten that Lauren wanted a real partner?
“There’s not a damn thing wrong with you,” I grumbled as I stood and then pulled her to her feet. “You were with the wrong guy. You and I are physically attracted to each other, Lauren, but I’m the wrong guy, too.”
My gut twisted as she looked at me like she had a million questions but didn’t dare ask a single one of them.
A plethora of emotions crossed her face.
Confusion.
Sadness.
Disappointment.
And finally, the ones I hated the most…mortification and humiliation.
In the end, she didn’t utter a single word before she turned and walked away.
Cole
I was worthless for the rest of the day.
By the time I’d gotten out of the shower this morning, Lauren had already gathered her things and left the ranch.
I’d tried to work for a while, but for once in my life, my head wasn’t into my business.
I’d given up at lunch time.
I’d decided to take a walk to try to clear my head, eventually ending up at Asher’s place.
He opened the door to let me in, surveying my face before he gestured toward the kitchen.
I plopped my ass on a chair at his breakfast bar, and he went to the fridge without saying a word. He pulled out a bottle of beer, popped the top, and slid it in front of me before he leaned his hip against the counter. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” I said before I took a slug of my beer.
Hell, that was my older brother.
He didn’t say much, but he was one of the most observant people I knew.
Asher always knew when something was eating at me, and he usually waited until I felt like fessing up and telling him about it.
He shrugged, went back to the fridge, and grabbed another beer. “Then I guess we’ll just sit here and drink a beer.”
And that was exactly what we did for the next five minutes or so.
