If this is what it feels like to be his friend, I’m all in.
Coop and I have chemistry—last weekend proved it—and I’m not going to waste our night together obsessing over what he has or hasn’t done with other women. I don’t want to be that girl. Besides, what does it matter?
We’re just friends.
Friends who exchange sexual favors.
God, it sounds so dirty when you put it like that.
“Hey. Stay with me, Quinn.” He cups my cheek, his calloused fingers scraping over my skin. “Don’t go getting lost in that pretty head of yours.”
Despite my nerves, I smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Truth. I want to savor every second of our time together.
I lean down, but before I can even brush my lips against his, he’s reaching up, claiming my mouth with his own. The kiss is hot and hungry and when he slides his hands under my sweatshirt, skimming his fingers along my bare flesh, a ripple of desire radiates from my core, electrifying every nerve ending in my body.
He deepens the kiss, lips soft, yet commanding as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, massaging and stroking and reminding me of all the wicked ways he can use it to give pleasure.
A quiet whimper cuts the air and when he finally pulls away, I’m gasping for breath.
Sweet baby Jesus.
I can’t remember the last time I was so thoroughly kissed.
Probably never.
Coop stares up at me, and though I can’t explain it, there’s desire in his eyes.
He wants me.
Maybe even as much as I want him.
It’s a heady realization and my confidence swells.
“Lose the shirt,” he rasps. “I want to see every gorgeous inch of you.”
I sit up and straddle him, pinning his hard body between my thighs. His erection is long and thick and I ache to feel him inside me as I pull the sweatshirt off over my head.
“So damn perfect.” His big hands settle on my hips, his thumbs tracing slow circles over my leggings, moving closer to my core with each pass. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”
“Me too.”
I unhook my bra, slip it off, and toss it on the floor.
Coop exhales through gritted teeth and then his hands are skating up my sides, cupping my breasts, kneading and exploring, thumbs sweeping across the rosy peaks. His hands are warm and his movements sure as he sits up and takes my right breast into his mouth, nipping and sucking and teasing.
My eyes drift shut and the world fades away.
It’s just me and Cooper and pleasure.
I arch into his touch and he devours me like a starving man. His teeth clamp down on my nipple and I moan as a delicious wave of pleasure/pain radiates through my limbs.
Being with Coop feels so natural. So right.Safe.
Gone are my inhibitions. My fears. My bad-freaking-luck.
I’d give anything to hold on to this feeling of liberation.
