Our eyes flare wide.
“Oops,” Cooper jokes and I feel like I’ve won a carnival prize with the brightness that’s returned to his features.
We can hear her walk away.
My focus is back on him. “Wanna get out? You are getting a little pruney.”
Cooper shakes his head no. Eyes flooded with emotions, I don’t think either of us cares to admit. “I’ll have to go if we get out.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No, but I should.”
“Cooper—”
“Dave, you want to date someone else.”
“I—” I don’t know if that’s true anymore. I don’t think I know what I want anymore.
“Take the towel. I’ll get another one.”
“No, wait—you’re soaked. You’ll get water everywhere.” I hand him the towel. “Take this, mine is on the hook.”
I pull my towel from the door, but am spun around, and drop it. Cooper holds my waist in one hand, pinning my hands above my head with the other, and pushes me up against the bathroom door. He kisses me hard. Commanding, overtaking, and it feels like a claim. I’ve never felt so alive within a kiss itself.
“What was that?” I push my head against the door, touch my fingers to my lips.
“Don’t bring him to my games. Don’t bring anyone else.” Cooper licks his lips. “I’d ask you to lose him, but we both know I’m competitive.”
“Are you telling me you’re?—”
“An option? Yeah, I am, Sutton. I’m making myself an option.”
Cooper picks up the towel. Dries off his torso, then runs it up and down his muscular legs. I watch the entire thing. He gives me a casual, quick smirk when he stands up. Ruffles his hair with the towel.
Water droplets hit my forehead.
“Here. Let me,” he says when I go to dry it off.
Cooper takes the corner of the aqua terry cloth towel in my hand and dries my forehead.
My eyelids flutter, the tips brushing against his skin.
I want to kiss him again.
I think I want to do a lot more than kiss him.
Cooper must sense it. He kisses me again, squeezing my chin, dragging my mouth up to him so that I’m on my tiptoes.
Then he stops. Drops my chin. I hit the ground and reality.
“And that?” I pant.
“I’m greedy.”
TWENTY-FOUR
COOPER
