So why did she just jam her tongue down my throat?
Only one way to find out.
I level my gaze at Quinn, taking in the chunky heels, high-waist jeans, and black crop top. She looks damn good, but I’m not about to be distracted by the slice of creamy skin revealed by her midriff. Not this time.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
19
QUINN
“Turnabout is fair play.”I smirk up at Coop and give myself a mental high-five. “Or have you forgotten?”
A muscle in his jaw twitches, the only outward sign I’ve gotten under his skin. “Are you fucking with me right now?”
“That depends.” I make a show of tapping my chin and drink in the look of shock on his face.Priceless. “Are you enjoying it?”
God knows I am. I couldn’t have timed this better if I’d tried. The fact that he was getting cozy with a gorgeous blonde when I arrived? If that’s not karma, I don’t know what is.
“I don’t know,” Cooper says, cool amusement replacing confusion. “I’m still deciding.”
He glances around the crowded living room, giving me an unobstructed view of his profile. So I do what any self-respecting woman would do. I look my fill.
Cooper might be an arrogant jockhole, but he’s got a killer jawline.
My gaze drifts south, admiring his broad chest and rock-hard biceps, which are on full display, muscles straining against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. He’s wearing low-slung jeans that highlight the deep V of his abs, and it’s all I can do not to drool.
The guy is all muscle.
Is it any wonder half the women on campus are in lust with him?
I have a flash of momentary guilt. Not for blocking Cooper—he had it coming—but for the blonde he’d been dancing with.
My little revenge plot screwed her too.
Coop turns back to me, blue eyes dancing with laughter, as if he knows exactly what I’ve been thinking.
“You’re lucky Noah isn’t around. He’d kick my ass if he saw us kissing.”
“Relax.” I pat his chest—for reasons—and mentally catalogue the fact that his pecs are like concrete. “Noah’s all talk.”
He hasn’t seen the inside of a gym since high school. The odds of him throwing down with a D1 football player are about as good as my odds of getting laid tonight.
So, basically, zero.
“You know, I was really hoping you’d given up on this insane quest of yours.”
Did he just—
“Did you just call me crazy?” I plant a hand on my hip and glare up at him. Even with three-inch heels, Coop towers over me.
“Did I?” He grins, looking down his nose to meet my heated stare. “Or did I say the mission was insane?”
“Semantics.”
He shrugs. “We can stand here all night arguing or we could get in on the beer pong tourney.”
So not happening. The last time I played, I spilled an entire pitcher of beer on one of the Sigs. “Wouldn’t we have to wait, like, forever?”
