To slip my hand inside his pants and feel how hard he was, but I knew that would be too obvious.
“Seb!” I said suddenly, looking to the side where Andy, Arna and Jay were chatting animatedly. My brother, Marlee and Felicity were nowhere to be seen and with a quick thrill, I realised Cooper and I were garnering no attention.
“I was kind of hoping to leave him out of this,” Cooper said with his signature grin, his hand paused.
“Funny,” I breathed, enjoying the way his smile increased.
“Saw him and Marls head upstairs about five minutes ago. I’m sure he’s busy.” His mumbled words were spoken against my forehead and to an observer, we really would have appeared as a couple very much in love, enjoying the swing and sway of the music.
“We can stop,” he offered, simultaneously crooking his finger.
Pleasure zinged over me, and I swivelled my face into his chest. The spicy reminders of this very shirt I’d sneakily taken whiffs from, only inflamed my already heady need.
“Please,” I panted, everything in me begging to spread my legs wider. To rock against him in an act certain to garner a crowd.
He responded immediately, increasing the speed of his hand movements, a second finger seeking and gaining entrance.
“Stop looking at me like that, Evy,” he pleaded, the desperation in his voice bringing me that much closer to the edge already.
“Like what?” I didn’t sound like myself, the breathy words escaping from between gritted teeth.
“Like you want me to fuck this tight cunt, right here, right now,” he spat with barely contained restraint.
I fought for oxygen, both at the filthy words and the increased friction. His fingers moving faster and his palm collecting my clit in the perfect symphony of pleasure.
“Cooper.” I begged, a plea for him to keep going while we danced, because right or wrong, I was all in.
One song bled into another, this one faster, louder, and I matched the swing of my hips to meet the rhythm of the music. My heavy panting masked only by my face in his chest, inhaling lungfuls of his signature spice and exhaling moans at his rough touch.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he gritted, edging me closer to release. “Look at me, baby,” he commanded, and I wasted no time. Only when our gazes met, the gentle flush to his cheeks, his parted lips and glazed eyes sent the familiar tingle blossoming from my centre and rippling outward.
His other hand drifted from my lower back, tracing over my arse as he moved in sync with my dancing.
“When we get home,” his ragged breathing was as uneven as my own, “I’m going to need you to ride my face and then I’m going to fuck you.” And with that final filthy promise, I yanked his face down, smashing our mouths together as everything ignited.
CHAPTER 31
Cooper
Hearing her name one time was all it took.
I hadn’t seen her in over a year - not since the day everything felt too close, too complicated. But hearing her name casually spoken aloud, cracked those parts of my mind I kept buried.
And there she was.
That’s all it took for the dreams to start again. She was the star of my own off-limits porn show.
But it wasn’t always clear. Sometimes just the shape of her laugh or the way she waited while I tasted something she’d made, familiar yet haunting.
The dreams had ceased years ago and I’d almost forgotten how vivid they used to be.
But now? After hearing her name once, my chest felt tight again. Tight in that same way. Not with grief or longing, just with her.
Standing, I headed for the shower, knowing the only way to clear the visions was to let them come to life. Let myself have that brief hidden fantasy of what it would be like to actually confess that I thought about her when no one else was around.
To call her just to put a voice to my visions.
Then maybe itwould fade again.
