I sit up and take the bottle, guzzling to quench my parched throat. A bit spills out of my mouth. It feels good against my skin, and I groan at the coolness.
I move to pour the rest of it on me, and my eyes snap to Kooper when he grabs my hand in mid-tilt. He shakes his head.
“Drink.”
Unlike before, he doesn’t let go of the bottle. He brings it to my lips, tilting it up as I swallow it down. We don’t break eye contact, and I don’t tell him to stop. When it’s empty, he pulls it away and then uses the pad of his thumb to brush away the few drops that were on the rim of the bottle and trickled down my chin.
He moves his thumb to my mouth. It’s wet, and he runs it across my lower lip as if making sure every drop is used on me.
With my eyes on his, I open my mouth a bit and bend forward, sucking his thumb. His breath hitches, and a deep rumble comes out of him. It makes me wet.
“Lie down.” He slides his thumb out and looks down at me as he takes a step back. God only knows what he sees. He says I’m on something. Maybe I am. I’ve never felt like this. Like I could fly. Things are hot, but colorful. Like rays of sunshine bursting with each blink. And when I touch things? The sheets? The water? Him?
It sends sensations through my body. Things that set me on fire in other ways. I thought being drugged meant things were blurry and I would forget what was going on. But this? It’s as if each sense is heightened to the ultimate. And all in good ways. Nothing feels rough against my skin or too bright to see. It’s as if my own perfect bubble has been placed around me, and everything is just wonderful. Sensational. Arousing.
“You need sleep. I don’t know what they gave you, but sleep and water will help get most of it out.”
“Those dicks,” I mutter as I scoot to the top of my bed and push my covers down enough to put my legs under them.
“Yeah.” He turns and starts putting his stuff on my desk.
I like that he does that. It means he’s staying. Good. I could use a cuddle right now. I know last time we didn’t, except for when I was crying. And maybe he only cuddles when someone is having a meltdown. But coming off a drug is kind of like a breaking point, right?
He gets into bed, and I roll into him and then frown.
“You have clothes on.”
“Yes.”
“But it’s hot.” This makes no sense.
“You’re on drugs. It’s messing with your system.”
I think on his words and then tilt my head. “Didn’t you drink my drink?” He nods, and I sit up on my heels. “You could be drugged too.” I smile.
“Doubtful.” He closes his eyes and puts an arm above his head as if he’s going to fall asleep.
I keep watching him, and then I see it—sweat trickling down his forehead. I reach out and catch it with my finger, and his eyes open, watching as I lick it off my skin.
“You’re hot.”
“Thanks,” he grunts.
Rolling my eyes, I snort. “We’re grown adults. We can sleep next to each other in our underwear and have nothing happen. Seriously. The only reason you’re still dressed is you’re scared I’ll jump you. Or…” I lean down close to his face and smile wide. “You don’t trust yourself. Hmmm, is that it, Koop?” I run my nose along his jaw and feel it clench. “You think that once you have me so close, you’d snap and have your way with me?”
“Right.” He’s out of bed and taking off his clothes in the next second. If he’s trying to prove something, I have no idea what it is. I lost all focus the second his shirt came off and then his pants. His tight black boxer briefs leave nothing to the imagination, and I swallow unconsciously at the sight.
“Scoot over and behave.” He pushes me back, and I roll a bit as he turns off the table lamp and gets under the covers. “Now, go to sleep.”
I should. I really should. But I’ve never been one who does things she should. Where’s the fun in that?
I slide my body over him and grin as his eyes snap open.
“What are you doing? You said we could be adults about this.”
“Sure, wecould. But why should we?” I lean down and snuggle against him. “Damn, you feel good.” I run my hands all over his body. It’s like little zings hitting me every place I touch. I can’t get enough of how awesome it feels.
“You’re high,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
