One glance over my shoulder—one look at Coop’s hooded eyes—confirms what I already know.
He’s as into this as I am.
We dance like that for a while, his hand on my hip, our bodies getting sweatier and closer with each song. People press in on us from all sides, but they’re easy enough to ignore with Coop at my back.
It’s the most fun I’ve had in—ever.
I rake my fingers up his thigh, relishing the taut muscles, and give it a gentle squeeze. His hand settles over mine and just like that, I’m imagining those rough palms on other parts of my body. Fantasizing about all the sexy, sinful ways he could put those long fingers to good use.
Why Cooper, what big hands you have!
The better to fu—
The music changes abruptly, putting an end to my filthy thoughts. A slow song drifts across the dark bar, and Coop stiffens at my back, his hand sliding from mine.
It was fun while it lasted.
I turn, dragging a hand through my sweat damp hair. “Thanks for dan—”
Coop presses a finger to my lips, silencing me.
His cheeks are flushed and his mouth is curved in a sensual smile, one that promises sex and seduction. He slides a knee between my thighs and pulls me close, our bodies creating the kind of delicious friction that has every nerve in my body buzzing with awareness.
Nerves twist my belly, but instinct takes over. In the space of a heartbeat, our bodies are moving in harmony. Hell, it almost feels natural.
That’s the AMF talking, Quinntastrophe.
Probably. The idea of Coop and me together is anything but natural. Sexy football gods and disaster-prone virgins are not a thing.
A fact you’d do well to remember.
Right. Coop isn’t my friend. He’s a cockblocking, beer chugging frat bro and a giant pain in my ass.
Emphasis on thegiant.
He tangles his fingers in my hair, holding a strand up for inspection under the quick flash of a strobe light.
“Keep that up and I just might stomp on your toes.” Total lie. I would never. Not just because I’m having a good time, but because I’d never jeopardize Waverly’s shot at a national title.Go Wildcats!“You need those to play football, right?”
It’s a throwaway question. Of course he does.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a big guy. I can take it.” A devilish smile curves his lips and he pulls me in closer. Which, honestly, I didn’t even think was possible. “Besides, I’m not trying to sleep with you, so I have nothing to worry about, right?”
I really should’ve known better than to tell him about my history of disastrous hookups.
“You know what they say.” I smile innocently and bat my lashes. “Never say never.”
“Theyobviously haven’t met me. Ialwaysget what I want.”
I arch a brow. “Always?”
His reply is low and gravelly, barely audible over my hammering pulse. “Always.”
Sweet baby Jesus.Confidence radiates from him like light from a supernova. I’m not even sure what we’re talking about anymore. Coop trying to sleep with me or Coop falling victim to the hot mess express?
Could be either.
But it’s so not. His pupils are blown out and his breath is coming hard and fast, as if he’s imagining all the dirty things we could do to one another.
