“Just say it,” he demanded as he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, making me slam my head against the door and groan. “Fuck, Dani.”
He didn’t stop. He repeated the process with my other breast while keeping his eyes on mine. It was hot as hell, and I licked my lips. That sent him over the edge. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His tongue glided along my neck before he bit down on me. “If I slide my hand up your thighs, will you be wet?”
“Maybe,” I said, somehow still playing this game between us, even though my body felt like it was on fire. The good kind of fire. The type of heat I hadn’t felt with anyone in...years. “Are you going to find out for yourself, or take my word for it?”
“Oh, brazen girl,” he said in a pleased tone. “Guess I will, huh?”
He braced me against the wall before he reached between our bodies and slid his hand up my thigh, pausing when he got to my lace panties. He teased my clit over the material and let out the deepest, most satisfying sigh I had ever heard. “Jesus, you’re turned on.”
He slid the material to the side just as the cabin phone rang, making us both jump. It was like the phone call flipped a switch, and everything we were doing became apparent.
Cooper Swanson was almost fingering me.
What the hell?
“It’s probably Sam,” I mumbled, smoothing my dress down as my feet hit the ground. I stumbled to the phone and picked it up, trying to sound natural. “Hello?”
“Yo, you guys coming? We got here early,” my brother said.
“Ah, yes. Cooper is showering. I’ll head up now, and he can join us.”
“Nah, take your time. Just wanted you to know Juliet is three sheets to the wind, so if the carbs don’t sober her up, we’ll be heading in early.”
“Thanks for the warning.” I hung up and faced the music. Cooper leaned against the bathroom door, his erection tenting the fabric of his swimsuit. An unreadable look flashed across his face. “They’re up there.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
“You should get ready, fast.” I jutted my chin toward the shower. “Hustle.”
“We need to talk.”
“Oh god, it’s not a big deal, okay? We flirt-hate all the time. It just went too far.” My fingers still shook, and I craved a release so goddamn bad, but I needed to write this off as analmost regretrather than a full one. “Seriously, if you’re worried, don’t be.”
“Flirt-hate?”
“Yes. That’s what we do. We push each other for fun, don’t agree on anything besides the fact we love Sam, and sometimes, it’s flirty. Flirt-hate.”
“That’s what you think we do?”
“Oh my god, yes. Does your brain not work when your dick is hard or something? Come on, go shower. Let’s head up there.”
He studied me for a minute before he finally went into the room and shut the door. I welcomed the break. This was more intense than I was used to, and while I might’ve fantasized about him before, the fact we almost hooked up rattled me.
I wasn’t sure if I should wait for him totalkor if I should go, and by the time I fixed my hair and applied another layer of lipstick, he walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel.
Not fair.
“What’s not fair?” he asked with a large smirk.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to say that to you.” I blushed head to toe and watched his every movement. He might work in finance, but this guy was always at the gym. “But it’s not fair when you look like that.”
“Because you want me?” he asked in a blasé tone, like he was commenting on the weather. He bent over his bag and tossed boxers on the bed along with a white shirt. I was about to answer when he dropped his towel, showing me a side view of his very present erection. He turned all the way around and looked proud. “Wow, Baby D’s quiet. This is a rare day.”
“I’m seeing your massive dick, so yeah, rare day.” God, I panted. “Put some clothes on.”
“Why? This isno big deal,right?”
He was using my own words against me. Damnit. I gritted my teeth and really wanted to even the score to knock that cocky look off his face. “You’re right. It’s no big deal to see your dick. They’re all the same, really.”
