Not when I wrap my arm around her waist and peel her from the wall. I don’t stop when I walk us back to my bedroom. And I don’t dare break our kiss when I lead her to my bed, guiding her onto the mattress and fitting myself between her legs.
“Cooper,” she says between kisses.
“Hmm?”
“You’re wet.”
“I think you meant to say I’m wet.”
She laughs, pulling at my hair.
I peer down at her, trying not to look disappointed she’s broken our kiss yet again.
“No. You’re wet—you’re still in your towel.”
Oh. Duh.
I grin. “Guess we’ll just have to get rid of it, then.”
Her eyes widen, and I can see the fear.
“Hey, if you don’t want to do anything other than kiss, that’s fine. If you want to ride my cock until the sun comes up, that’s cool too.”
Her face flushes, and I wonder if she’s thinking about riding me.
Because I sure as fuck am thinking about it.
My cock grows impossibly hard at the thought of her on top of me, her big tits bouncing as she rides me and I play with her clit.
Fuck, she looks so beautiful beneath me. Like she was meant to be in my bed. I want nothing more than to strip us both naked and make us both feel good.
But I’ll follow her lead on this one.
“It sounds so weird to hear you say that to me of all people.”
“Bad weird?”
She shakes her head. “No…good. But I’m also still trying to get used to the fact that my best friend makes my girly parts go berserk.”
“Is that what I make happen?” I say, leaning down, running my lips up her neck, back to that spot just below her ear that made her moan.
“Y-Yes.”
“Tell me, Caroline,” I whisper into her ear, “have you been thinking about me naked?”
I drive my hips into her, and she whimpers when my dick brushes against her sex.
“Maybe a few times.”
“Just a few?” I ask, doing it again.
She gulps. “Okay, maybe more than a few times.”
“Did you touch yourself thinking about me?”
She exhales a shaky breath. “N-No. I wanted to, but I didn’t. It felt like crossing a line.”
I nip at the sensitive spot I haven’t stopped teasing with my mouth. “Does this feel like crossing a line?”
“So much,” she says.
Another nip. Another moan.
“Cooper?”
“Yeah?”
“Take the towel off.”
10
Caroline
“Take the towel off.”
Cooper lifts his head and peers down at me. “Are you sure?”
I nod.
His captivating pale eyes are searching mine for any hint of uncertainty.
There is none.
I’m absolutely certain I want Cooper to take the towel off.
I need to see him. To feel him.
To touch him.
Right now, I want him, and I’m tired of running from it.
We’ll figure everything else out tomorrow.
Tonight, I want this.
“Say it,” he urges. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m sure.”
Without hesitation, he pushes himself off the bed. I hate losing the warmth of him, but I’m eager to see what comes next.
He holds his hand out to me.
“What?” I ask, looking down at it.
“If I’m getting naked, you are too. Fair is fair.”
I can’t argue with that.
I slip my hand into his, letting him pull me up to a standing position.
We’re only inches apart, but now that I know what it feels like to be wrapped in his arms, it feels like miles.
He reaches out to me, running his finger over the buttons on my top, probably realizing that if he undresses me, all bets are off.
Right now, I want them off, just like I want this shirt off.
I pop the top button loose.
Cooper curses.
And I undo another.
He watches, eyes dilated with lust as I deftly unbutton the rest.
His eyes grow darker at the sight of my shirt hanging open on my shoulders, my bra visible to him for the first time.
“Jesus,” he mutters, reaching out like he can’t help himself, tracing a single finger over the swell of my breasts. “So much fucking lace.”
Then, without warning, he pushes my top down my arms, letting it fall to the floor around us.
He doesn’t stop there, fitting his hands around my waist like they were made to hold me, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.
His eyes hold mine, waiting for me to interject.
When I don’t, he hooks his fingers into the fabric and pushes the material down my legs like he’s undressed me a thousand times before.