Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,39
them touched you.”
His low, urgent tone set off something primal in my blood, a drumbeat that echoed between my thighs. I shouldn’t even be listening to talk like this. Not with my past. My ex used to be jealous too.
But this seemed different. Cooper did control himself—in all ways. He wouldn’t rip someone apart for daring to dance with me. But somehow, it gave me a thrill to know he’d noticed. That he cared enough to get jealous.
Like I had, even if I hadn’t been able to put a name to it.
“I wanted to kill that fan,” I admitted. “Deflate her fake boobs with a pin.”
His jaw locked before the widest grin I’d ever seen him wear wreathed his face. “Babe, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“You think? Should I try harder?” I leaned up on my tiptoes and thanked the heavens I’d had the foresight to wear good heels tonight. “Maybe I should mention how much I want to suck—”
I laughed as he grabbed my hand and hauled me up the block as fast as I could go. “I want to hear you complete that sentence, preferably when we’re naked. But the part of me you’re referring to desperately needs to get out of these goddamn pants.”
It felt so good to laugh as I raced to keep up with him. My hair was falling down from the quick updo I’d put it in after the show, teased out of its tie from the wind. My makeup was probably smeared and fading, and I was going to have blisters from these cute, painful shoes, but I so didn’t care.
I was running with my best friend, and we were going to make each other blissfully happy with orgasms. What could be better than that?
Once Cooper was behind the wheel of his Charger and slanting a seductive look at me across the front seat, I decided that seatbelts were too restrictive. But I didn’t take off mine at the light and put my head in his lap for two reasons.
One, I wanted to unleash that beast under full light where I could make the best use of it.
And two, I was greedy and wanted to ride before I took a taste test.
Okay, three. Cooper might’ve been fine with kissing openly in the club, but he was a generally law-abiding sort who would not approve of me taking off my belt to suck him off.
Though it might be fun to tease him with the possibility.
“You know, this seatbelt is so tight.”
He gave me a strange look. “So, pull it out and loosen it a bit.”
“It doesn’t help. I feel all hemmed in.”
“Seatbelts are necessary, Teag. Sorry. Besides, since when do you not like seatbelts?”
“Since I’m imagining crawling across the seat, laying down with my ass in the air, and unzipping those cargos.” I tilted my head and gave him my best innocent expression. “Sometimes it helps to be small. I can squeeze into all kinds of places.”
He gripped the steering wheel with both hands. Hard. “You have an evil side. Is it the red hair?”
“Undoubtedly. It’s also that my ex said I liked sex too much, and I know you won’t ever say that to me. Even if I’m still sort of stunned sex is even on the table with us.”
He was quiet so long I decided to work on unraveling the loose threads in my skirt, one by one. “Or maybe—”
“Take off your belt.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“Teagan, take off your belt and get over here.” He never looked away from the road as he gestured toward me.
When I hesitated, he laughed, long and low. “Such a law-breaker. Except not really. You’re a good girl.” But despite the words, I heard a challenge in his voice.
A dare.
I undid the belt and slid closer, letting out a little gasp as he drew me as close as he could in the tight confines. The console was in the way, and something dug into my ass, but I didn’t really care since his fingers were resting on top of my breast, just inside the material.
“I’ll never tell you that you like sex too much. If you want me to, I’ll keep you on your back all fucking night long—” when my lips opened, he gently pressed his fingers between them, “and on top of me, riding me with those gorgeous tits on display.” He removed his fingers and wiped the bit of my dampness on my cleavage. “What color are they?”