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 inside him.

What the hell was going on here?

He'd come looking for a good girl. Not another one-night stand.

But he couldn't think straight anymore. Not when all he wanted was this woman beneath him, naked and panting, her blue-green eyes flashing with ecstasy as she came in his arms. Not when all he could think of was relieving the heaviness in his groin with the woman who had put it there.

Stop drooling and woo her, ass**le.

"Dance with me."

He had her hand in his and was halfway to the dance floor, borderline desperate thoughts of pressing his thick erection against her belly riding him with every step, when he felt her tug at his arm.

It was a surprisingly strong tug for such a little thing.

"I don't even know your name."

She hadn't said anything to him about football yet, so he'd already guessed that she was one of the few people who weren't fans, thank God. A chick looking for fame would only complicate things further. Still, he didn't want to risk anything by giving her his full name, just in case she recognized it from the papers and got ideas.

"Cole."

She cocked her head to one side, managing to look cute and sexy at the same time, and his erection pressed hard enough into his zipper he wouldn't be surprised if it marked his skin.

"You know," she said, "I think I could have guessed that. You look like a Cole."

"And you look like an angel."

Her lips turned up in another smile and knocked the wind out of him. Again. He'd already thought she was pretty. But when she smiled, she was breathtaking.

"Almost." Her smile trembled and she looked shy again. "My name is Anna."

He couldn't wait another second to touch her, to know whether her curves felt as soft as they looked, and tugged her closer, pulling her as close to him as they could get in a public bar with their clothes on.

Lord, but he wanted to get even closer. No clothes between them, no other music than the sound of her passion as he made her come with his hands. His mouth. His cock. Jesus, he could feel the pre-come rushing already. Just from holding her.

"Dance with me, Anna."

Her name was soft on his tongue, just as soft as he knew her skin would be when he finally got her clothes off.

She didn't push him away, but she did shake her head and bite her lip before saying, "I don't really dance."

He had to laugh at that, appreciating the flash of irritation in her eyes at his response.

"Are you saying I'm going to be your first?"