“Foreplay.”
“We disagree on almost everything.”
“Sexual tension,” he countered, completely unfazed by my excuses. “Are you saying youdon’twant to do this again and again? I’m pretty sure I left you completely satisfied, unlike your last guy.”
“Wow, went straight there. If we want to do this, we can bring any of your past flings into the mix.” I snorted and reached into my bag for a sleep shirt, but before I could put it on, I was yanked back onto the bed and into Cooper’s lap. “Um, hey.”
“Hey.” He grinned down at me and ran his hands up and down my back. “I know what you’re doing.”
“What’s that?”
“Trying to come up with all the reasons why this was a mistake and how we shouldn’t do it again. Just try me. I have counterpoints for every argument.”
“Interesting. I wasn’t going to do any of that, actually. I was grabbing a shirt because it feels weird to be sitting naked with my brother’s best friend.”
“My tongue was inside you, and you’re blushing about me seeing your fantastic tits? Baby D, you’re adorable.”
I rolled my eyes, but my entire body flushed with how he was staring at me. Like I was precious to him. He never looked at me like this, with warmth and tenderness, and it made my throat get tight. “Why now?”
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, his hands never leaving my back. He wet his bottom lip before speaking. “I’ve always been attracted to you, Dani. You’re fucking beautiful, and my god, these tits.” He moved one hand to pinch each nipple for a second. “Seeing you in that tiny ass swimsuit destroyed my self-control.”
I shook my head, the utter shock of his revelation making my skin tingle. “Always, huh?”
“Yes.Always.In high school, I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Your brother would’ve killed me.” He laughed and tilted my head back before pressing his lips on mine in a slow, sensual kiss that wasn’t leading anywhere. His warm mouth was filled with dirty promises, and my lower stomach clenched just thinking about doing this again with him. I didn’t mean to groan or grind on him, but when I did, he chuckled. “How many times do you think you can come this weekend?”
“Are we going to keep count?” I challenged back, closing my eyes when he dropped his mouth to close around my nipple. He flicked it in slow, easy movements before sucking and teasing it with his teeth. I almost whimpered.
“The rumors must be true then,” I murmured.
“Rumors?” He released me with a loud pop and looked up with fiery lust in his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to have a crush on you while I hated you? I would have to listen to all the girls talk about how sexy you were, how good you were in bed, how unselfish you were.” I pushed him onto his back and dragged a finger straight from his collarbone to his erection. “It sucked.”
“You can’t hate someone and have a crush on them.”
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” I fired back. It was ridiculous that our verbal banter really was a form of foreplay. Heat spread through my veins as my breathing picked up. The bastard grinned like he knew exactly what was happening.
“We won’t work, Cooper.”
“Are you sure about that? We seemed to work real well when you were sweaty and beneath me.” He arched himself up, but whatever he saw on my face stopped him. “Hm, your body is reacting to me, but your mind is muddled.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. He was right. Cooper took a deep breath before picking me up and setting me on the bed next to him. The loss of his heat, his touch, and the hungry look in his eyes was almost too much. My eyes stung for a second before he set his dress shirt on my shoulders. “Wait, what?”
“Put this on. I’m going to get us drinks and meet you on our balcony in ten minutes.” He cupped my face, ran his thumb over my bottom lip, and frowned. “I know casual sex isn’t your thing, so we’re going to talk about it.”
“There’s no need--”
He cut me off with a hard kiss where he bit down on my lip and pulled until it stung. The possessive action thrilled me, making my heart beat faster and my stomach swoop in a dangerous way.
“None of that shit. Be a good girl and wearjustthis when you sit on the balcony. Ten minutes. You better be there.”
He patted my ass before throwing on shorts and a shirt and then left our cabin. I took a deep breath and tried not to freak out about everything that happened from our tipsy and lust-fueled haze.
“Shit,” I muttered to myself, buttoning Cooper’s shirt and unashamedly sniffing it because it smelled like him.
I just fucked my brother’s best friend. The guy who had been a part of our family for years and wouldalwaysbe around. Could I face him, knowing how hard I came with him? Yes. Would I still argue with him and hate him? Yes to the arguing, but no to the hating. Maybe he was right and I hadn’t hated him all this time.
I sighed and piled my hair on top of my head before I went to our private balcony. Partitions separated us from neighbors on either side, but they didn’t stop the sounds of people having a rocking good time on our right. My legs shook from the aftermath of coming twice and the promise for more, even though I wanted to play it cool when he returned.
