Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,36
the blinding whirl of colorful lights and the blur of bodies gyrating around us. I could not make Cooper into a sex toy, even in my mind.
Even in my oh-my-God-it’s-been-a-lifetime-since-I’ve-had-sex-with-a-dick-that-isn’t-plastic, horny as hell state.
“You’re too quiet,” he said against my ear, his warm breath pleasantly fluttering my hair. “I get worried when you’re not chattering.”
Rather than answer, I gathered my nerve and turned around to lay my hands on his chest. He scooped me up against him, so close that a breeze couldn’t have slipped between us. I laughed again at the sudden movement, especially when he dipped me in a way that didn’t match the frenetic song. But when he lifted me again and I slipped my arms around his neck, our faces neared, and I had to fight every impulse that told me to close the distance.
His lower lip was just a bit fuller than the top. Completely bitable. Why hadn’t I ever noticed before?
Oh, yeah, because yesterday he was just my best friend. Today, he was the guy who was making me jealous by kissing fans.
His eyes narrowed before he leaned close to my ear again. “Where did you go?”
To make it easier for me to answer in the noisy club, he hoisted me higher up his body—and slowly dragged me over his cock.
I was supposed to have an actual conversation with that between us?
My lips were dust dry as I attempted to speak next to his ear. Sexy. Why hadn’t I gone for gloss before this? Oh, yeah, because I had no purse.
Normalcy was not part of my life right now.
I licked my lips dangerously close to his earlobe and hoped I hadn’t made contact. That was kind of…a move, and I was still debating mine.
I was also shamelessly enjoying my current position with my cleft nestling his dick. Just a couple layers of fabric were between us, and my clit was into it.
My nipples were too.
“I just remembered you making out with some chick with jugs I’d be jealous of if I didn’t know what a bitch they were to run with.”
He didn’t laugh. “Did you just lick me?”
Uh-oh. “Um…no?”
Yes. Probably. Should I apologize? Then again, he hadn’t apologized for that hard wedge against me.
Which he should not do, ever. I really liked it. In fact, I was almost certain if he did that whole dragging-and-hoisting maneuver a few more times I would spontaneously break my non-male-assisted orgasm streak.
For that alone, I would thank him.
“Teagan.” He cupped my cheek while still holding me against him. “If you’re going to lick me, don’t be shy about it. And I didn’t notice anything she had. I’m too busy looking at you.”
I inhaled sharply. My mind was whirling faster than I could keep up with, and I wasn’t sure I was even still moving. He was moving both of us, sort of dancing, sort of swaying, almost hugging. His face was just above mine, his lips distractingly close so that I could smell the wintergreen of the gum he chewed onstage.
“She kissed you.” It wasn’t what I intended to say, because I didn’t have actual words in my brain ready to form.
My mind was a jumble of music and color and discordant sounds. My vision filled with his dark eyes fixated on mine, staring so deeply that I could see myself refracted in their depths, split by a million colors. Strobe lights flashing, bodies pressing together around us, everything so syrupy and sweet and hot.
Throughout it all, my heartbeat thudded in my ears and through the walls of my chest like his kick drum, beating strong and true.
He brushed my hair away from my cheek. “Her choice, not mine. You’re always my choice.” He shifted me in his arms, lifting me up until I could brace my hands on his shoulders.
For once, I was above him. The one in control.
He was giving me the power. Willingly putting everything in my hands.
Including him.
Us.
Was there actually an us beyond laughter and friendship and late nights watching Die Hard and eating flaming hot Cheetos? Or maybe that had been the foundation for all the rest.
I didn’t know how to trust a new man enough to let him into my very complicated life. But trusting Cooper was like breathing. His touch on my body was exciting and freeing.
It could be so much more too, if I only took the chance. I could be the one to take us to a new place. It was my choice.