Bad Boys of Football #1 - Game For Love - Bella Andre Page 0,3

busy dancing--or too drunk--to notice her slinking out of the nightclub with her tail between her legs, Anna was about to put her empty glass down on the bar when a low, rough voice said, "I noticed your glass was empty. I hope champagne is okay."

Anna looked up into the darkest eyes she'd ever seen as a heat that had nothing to do with the crowd infused her, head to toe.

She'd vowed to look for sinfully dangerous.

Looked like she'd found him.

Chapter Two

As the small brunette took the glass from his hand, her fingertips barely brushing against his knuckles, Cole was surprised to feel his c**k immediately growing thick. Hard.

He'd always had a strong sex drive, strong enough that if he didn't get his rocks off at least a couple of times a week, he'd hit too hard during practice from sheer sexual frustration.

He'd gotten the call from his grandmother right after Sunday's game and had headed straight to Vegas. Usually within a couple of hours of landing in his old hometown, Cole had at least one woman under him. This time, though, he'd gone without. The only thing that had mattered was taking care of his grandmother.

And fulfilling her dying wish.

"I love champagne. Thank you."

Cole stared down at the woman, who was holding the glass in a death grip. Jesus, was her hand actually trembling? If he wasn't careful, the first available good girl he'd seen all day would run and he'd have to go to his grandmother's room alone in the morning.

Okay. First he needed to stop breathing in the woman's sweetly scented hair, something he'd never, ever noticed on anyone. Second, he needed to think past the heavy throbbing in his c**k for three seconds. Long enough to figure out what to say or do to make her feel safe with him.

The problem was, he'd never been with a girl like this. Didn't know the first thing about making a nice girl feel safe and comfortable.

Not when he'd spend the past fifteen years perfecting wicked.

Finally, he decided on, "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room."

And it was true; she'd been the only square peg in a room full of round holes. Hell, she might as well have been wearing a halo for all the innocence pouring off her. Now that he was close, he realized she even smelled innocent, like fresh strawberries in a sunny field, or some shit like that.

At first, he'd been too busy congratulating himself on his reverse psychology of finding a sweet girl in a club to think about how this was actually going to go down. But now that she was staring up at him like a doe caught in the middle of a busy freeway--and he was as hard as he'd ever been without touching more than her fingertips--he realized this was going to be a first for him: He was going to have to work for it.

Or else risk losing the one woman he needed.

"You noticed me? " Champagne sloshed out of her glass and splashed across her chest as she gestured at herself in clear surprise.

Cole looked down--even further down that he was already looking just to see her eyes--and realized she had a pretty good body. Maybe even great. It was hard to tell with the pink, shiny dress she had on, but from his vantage point her cle**age was pretty awesome. Awesome enough that his c**k was begging to come out and play.

"You have beautiful eyes," he began, but then, figuring she might buy his lie if he pulled his gaze back up to her face, he forced himself to stop ogling her tits and actually did look into her eyes.

Cole was stopped cold by eyelashes so long that when she blinked, the curling tips brushed against the tops of her cheekbones. Her eye color was unlike any he'd ever seen, a combination of blue and green that had him thinking of cool mountain lakes and perfect summer days.

She blinked, smiled, and the way her eyes lit up stopped his breath for a second.

"No, not beautiful," he said, almost to himself. "Stunning."

Her eyes got even bigger, along with her smile--and his cock. "They are?"

He moved closer, those big eyes of her acting like a magnet on him. A lock of her hair fell in front of one of them and he reached out to slide it to the side, his fingertip barely grazing her skin.

He felt her tremble beneath his touch, even as something shook