Cooper comes alive at that. Eyes sparking to life, clear and brighter than the stars in the sky above us. A relaxed and boyish smile stretches into blushing cheeks. Appreciative and wondrous and one-hundred percent mine.
Mine. Mine.Mine.
My heart beats the chant. My brain doesn’t let any other thoughts. My lungs breathe in him and this moment. My body…my body needs him.
I crunch my shoulders up, kissing him possessively, running a hand through his hair. Finding, seizing, every opportunity to bring our bodies closer together.
His kiss, his touch, none of it is enough.
When Cooper matches my intensity, my body rejoices.
With how the atmosphere around us is buzzing, pulsing and heating up, you’d think it’s mid-summer. There’s a desperation that surges between us.
Cooper hits pause to climb out of the car, picking me up like a koala and carrying me to his room through the empty house. Kicking the bedroom door shut behind him, he sits me on his bed. Standing at the end.
I pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in a basic camisole-style bra. He stares at me, running a hand along his stubbled jaw as if he’s in disbelief. Heated, transfixed eyes roam over me. “You’re so beautiful.”
I reach for his shirt. Trying to simultaneously bring him to me and push it up his torso at the same time. “Cooper?—”
“You sure?” he asks.
“More than I’ve ever been.”
Cooper pulls his sweater over his head, careful with one sleeve. Pinching the sleeve and folding it. He leans down to take off his socks and stands to unbutton his jeans. I don’t think the slow stripping is intentionally a tease, and I’m not trying to be impatient…I just need him. Want him.
He stretches a hand out to me, and I climb off the bed, standing before him as he kneels in front of me. Hands slip into the top of my leggings, his warm mouth presses a kiss to my stomach.
As my pants work down my legs, Cooper appears to be surprised to find nothing underneath. His brown eyes flick up to me through thick lashes.
“No more underwear stealing.”
He lets out a husky laugh against my skin, and it shoots a thrill through my body that lands between my legs.
Cooper kisses up my body, then gently—damn, he’s stupidly good at this—lays my body down on the bed.
With one swift kiss to my mouth, he’s lost between my legs. It doesn’t take long for me to dive headfirst into pleasure.
After, he kneels between my legs, reaching into his side table to get a condom. The box is unopened, and he groans impatiently getting the plastic off.
Stupidly, I ask, “Going through so many, you needed a new box for this?”
He freezes. I freeze, too.
“Sutton.” Cooper repositions himself to hover over me. The box discarded, tossed to the floor, he sweeps his hand caringly along my jaw. “Just so we are clear, I haven’t bought or needed these in years. There hasn’t been anyone since March freshman year.”
I blink. That’s…that’s when my last boyfriend and I broke up. “Two years?” I whisper for no reason. “But?—”
“There’s no one else I’ve wanted. No one else is Sutton Davis.”
Do not cry.I repeat the mantra.
Cooper is a sea softly dousing a beach, and I’m the sand waves dribble into. Our tide, our friendship, our everything harmonious. Working together instead of pushing and pulling.
I lean forward to kiss him. I’ve never wanted this, or Cooper, more.
He smiles against me in our next kiss. “I.” Kiss. “Know,” he says as if he’s reading my mind. Maybe, scratch that, I feel confident saying he feels the same way.
Cooper reclines, leaning back on his heels. Quads flexed and…my words fall away as my gaze finds him rolling a condom down his lengthy and extremely hard dick.
