All of it fades as I stare up into Cooper’s green eyes.
“Why did you come tonight?” he asks, his breath tickling my cheek.
“I wanted to make sure you don’t embarrass me.”
He pauses, studying my face. “You think I’d embarrass you?”
I nod.
“How would that happen?” His eyes flutter down to my lips.
“You’d come here with the guys, get a little drunk, and a girl would come up to you at the bar.”
“Mmm. And what would she do?” I close my eyes as I feel his hand trail up my thigh, the tip of his nose brushing against my skin.
“She’d put her hand on your chest and look up at you with those big baby blues and ask for your number.”
I feel Cooper’s hand tighten as his fingers reach the hem of my shirt. “And what do you think I’d do?”
“I think,” I suck in a breath in a desperate attempt to ignore the fire swirling in my belly, the pool gathering in my panties. “I think you’d give it to her. I think you’d take her hand and bring her back here, where you’d pin her against the wall and whisper sweet nothings.”
Cooper’s fingers keep inching up until they reach the hem of my shorts, his thumb brushing underneath it.
It feels forbidden somehow.
But all of this is only forbidden in my own mind. No one else’s. Not even his.
“That sounds like a fantasy,” Cooper mumbles as his lips brush my jaw.
“Not mine,” I hiss.
He kisses my jaw, and I gasp as his hand tightens around my thigh once more, hiking it up onto his hip. His other hand tightens around my wrists above my head.
“So you’re telling me, Sweetheart, that you concocted this whole little fantasy about what I’d be doing here in your head,” he runs his nose up to my ear, pushing my hair aside. “Did your hair and your makeup, and threw on one ofmyshirts, and you’re worried that I’d be doing this with someone else?”
In my defense, I had no idea what shirt I was throwing on. An oversized shirt is an oversized shirt, in my book. They’re free game for anyone to take.
“I—”
But I don’t really know what to say. Because he’s right.
“For future reference,” he starts, his teeth nipping at my ear and sending an electric shock right down to my pussy. “The only woman I’ve ever pinned to the fucking wall here is you. And the only woman that I want naked in my bed is you. Got it?”
He lets go, pulling away, and I can feel my heartbeat at my core, my clit throbbing, desperate for friction. If he had just gotten a little closer, I could have rubbed myself on him.
But we arein a public bar,I remind myself. And Cooper and I have never even had sex. I feel like dry humping his leg in a bar in front of his friends, all of whomdate my god damn friends,would probably be a recipe for disaster.
God,what just happenedis already a disaster I’ll definitely be hearing about in the morning.
Cooper and I stand there, awkwardly facing off as if I didn’t almost come in my shorts at just the touch of his finger on my leg.
“I think I’m going to head home,” I whisper, gathering myself.
“I’ll come with you,” he says quietly.
CHAPTER 29
COOPER
