Until this moment, I’ve never had a thing for the Asgardian God of Thunder, but I’m currently rethinking my position because Cooper makes those leather pants look damn good.
Better than Geralt?
Abso-freaking-lutely.
“It’s like you and this hair.” He tugs on one of my curls, igniting a fire in my belly. “Black Widow?”
I nod and sip my beer, not quite trusting myself to speak. What are the odds we’d both show up dressed as Marvel superheroes?
Pretty good, apparently.
“It was this or Jean Grey and—”
“She’s got a lot of baggage,” he says, finishing my thought.
“Exactly.” How is it possible this guy, who takes nothing seriously, gets me when my own family doesn’t? I sigh, mentally cursing the universe for being a cruel-ass bitch. “What can I say? I’m a simple woman.”
Coop huffs a laugh. “There’s nothing simple about you.”
Just like there’s nothing simple about the fact that I want this man to bend me over the counter and fuck me right here and right now.
Two-night stands really should be a thing.
My core clenches as he gives me a slow once-over, his clear blue eyes raking over every curve of my body before settling on my mouth.
When he finally speaks, his voice is a seductive rasp that speaks directly to my ovaries. “That’s a great costume.”
I glance down at the black jumpsuit, getting a bird's-eye view of my meager cleavage. The costume doesn’t leave much to the imagination, but in this case, it doesn’t matter because Coop’s already seen every freaking inch of me.
Just like I’ve seen every sinful inch of him.
A deal is a deal.
Which is why I need to stop lusting over the cocky wide receiver and get on with my life.
I force a smile, tamping down my errant emotions. I will not be a clingy virgin. Or is it former-virgin?So not the point. “I should probably let you get back to the party.”
“I have a better idea,” he says, wrapping his free arm around my shoulders and steering me toward the door. “How about you hang with me tonight and keep the jersey chasers at bay?”
I open my mouth, to say what, I have no idea, but he stops mid-stride and presses a finger to my lips.
“Look at these pants.” He pauses, giving me ample time to admire the way the leather hugs his muscular thighs and accentuates the bulge of his sizable cock.Like I needed a reminder. “They’ll descend like vultures the second you abandon me.”
“And that’s a problem why?” The instant the words leave my mouth, I want to suck them back in.
Coop’s personal life is none of my business. We’re just friends.
Friends who have scorching hot chemistry.
“It’s a problem,” he says, tucking me back under his arm. “Because I’ve already found my kryptonite.”
The Reese’s.
I sigh and steal a peanut butter cup from his bowl. He watches silently as I open the foil wrapper and pop it in my mouth, letting the chocolate melt on my tongue.
Might as well enjoy it.
From the looks of things, a foodgasm is the only pleasure I’ll be getting tonight.
