Did I even hate him?
“I’m glad you’re joining us too,” I said, squeezing her tight against me. “You’re going to be an awesome sister.”
“Oh my god! I’ve never had one! We can go on trips and do nails and hang out and wow,” she said, sitting up and grabbing her head. “I’m drunk.”
“You are, but it’s cute,” I said, meeting Cooper’s amused expression for a second. Sam traded places with me at the table and helped his fiancé finish her food. This put Cooper and I way too close.
“I could use a mint. Want one, Baby D?” Cooper asked, holding out his hand. When I reached over, instead of a mint, there were my panties.
Right there. On his hand.
“No. No!”
He smirked, but he didn’t put them back in his pocket. He kept them in his lap, running his fingers over the panties under the tablecloth. The fact I was commando became that much more apparent, especially with the way he affected me.
“Sam, take your bride-to-be back to your room. I’ll stay here with Daniella and make sure she gets all the food she wants.”
“You’re right, my man.” Sam stood, helped Juliet up, and held out a fist. “You’re the best. Sis, love you. Have fun, but not too much, you know? Like, have the right amount of fun.”
I snorted. “Drink water and take care of your woman. See you tomorrow.”
They walked off toward the exit, and as soon as they disappeared from view, Cooper reached under the table and put his hand on my bare thigh.
I sucked in a breath and froze. “W-what are you doing?”
“I’ve been dying to touch you.” He scooted his chair closer to mine. “So, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to ask you a question, and if you’re lying, I move my finger up your leg.”
“How do you know if I’m lying?” I asked, spreading my legs further apart to rile him up. It worked. He cleared his throat but kept his fingers between my knee and center.
“I’ll know. First question. Have youhatedme since freshman year?”
“Yes.”
“Lie number one. You don’t hate me.” He moved his touch up my leg, and my hand shook against the wine glass.
“I do, Cooper. It’s true.”
He moved his finger closer. If I thrusted my hips out just a bit, he’d be where I wanted him.
“If you hated me, you wouldn’t have sent me Christmas gifts every single year. You wouldn’t have dumped a glass of water on Allison when we found out she cheated on me. You wouldn’t have been okay rooming with me if youactuallyhated me.”
“But I… you said rooming with me was the last thing you wanted too.”
“This isn’t about me right now, but for the sake of honesty, the reason I didn’t want to spend two fucking nights with you is because of what’s happening right now.”
“Your fingers being one inch from inside me?”
He barked out a laugh. “Just when I think I’m flustering you, then you say shit like that and it goes straight to my dick.”
“I always thought we just...didn’t like each other. I never realized your actions in high school were noble.”
“It’s interesting you’ve kept that from us all these years.” He sucked in a breath and moved the finger closer so he barely touched my clit. I stilled and had to set my glass down to prevent the liquid from spilling. He made small circles, like this wasn’t the naughtiest thing we could’ve been doing. “If I had known that was why you ‘hated me,’ I could’ve corrected it.”
My eyes fluttered shut as his movements almost me brought to the point of no return. Hell, I’d been on edge since the lime incident, and I gripped the side of the table as my breathing picked up. “Are you...are you going to keep doing that?”
“In the room? Yes. Here? No.” He stopped and slid one long finger inside me for a second before removing his hand entirely. He oh-so-casually brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it.
I was going to burst. For real. I panted and swallowed so hard it hurt. “Holy shit.”
