“You like yourself a little bit too much if you think that all anyone does is think about you all day.” Because someone needed to knock him off his fucking high horse. If that person had to be me, so be it.
“So, do you?”
“Do I what?” I wasn’t enjoying the mental gymnastics required to keep up with him.
Or so you tell yourself.
“Think about me?”
“No.” Simple. Straightforward. The truth as I told myself.
His grin turned wicked as he took three steps forward into my personal space. “You sure?”
I stepped backward and hit the wall behind me. “Can you please move back?”
“No.”
Obstinate fucking asshole.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
Memories of last night flooded me. Brought into sharp focus what we could be doing. Still… “Cooper. Move.”
“Make me.”
“Jesus, Coop. What are you? Like, five? Consent is a thing, and—”
Telegraphing his move, he reached up with one hand to touch my face.
I could’ve stopped him. Despite the wordno, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I asked his to cease his…aggression…that he would.
Still, I grabbed his wrist, switched our positions, and pushed him against the wall. “I said no, Cooper.”
He grinned. “Yeah, okay... but I still think you like it.”
Is this guy for real? How arrogant can he possibly be?“No.” Yet even as I said the word, my cock was straining against my pants.
Cooper pressed against me, brushing our erect shafts.
“The mouth says one thing, the cock says another. I always believe the cock.” Again with the arrogant and cocky attitude.
Sort of an appropriate adjective.“Shit. I think we’re needed in there.” I pressed against him. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Yeah…but what a way to go.” He grabbed me by the tie and yanked me toward him.
Our lips met and immediately the clash began. The fight for dominance. Because no way was I letting him control this. I pushed him against the wall, grabbed his hair, and settled my mouth so I could get a better angle.
He moaned and tangled our tongues together. Then he grabbed my ass and pulled me ever closer. Like he wanted to crawl into my skin and stay there.
Forever.
On that thought, I yanked back. “We need to go.” I pivoted and took off, nearly at a run.
As I hustled toward the door, I heard him mutter something aboutnot being an iceman.
Well, whatever.
He was hot on my heels as we made our way into the room.
