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.
I lowered my head to his, lining up our noses just right. And then he closed the distance and did the honors for me, trapping the bubble of laughter in my throat as his soft, firm lips captured mine.
And it wasn’t weird. It was just somehow kissing Cooper, instead of snuggling with him under a blanket in the winter while we watched TV or hugging him after a show. Rather than just our arms and hands being involved, it was our mouths moving together, his hand framing my face to go deeper, his tongue teasing mine, urging it to toy with his in a war that was somehow playful and sexual at once.
Until it wasn’t.
Dark, dirty need flowed into me as I gasped into his mouth and rocked against him, his cock a delicious pressure low against my belly. He made a sound in his throat as he reached down to anchor me even tighter, grasping my ass in both hands as we worked on fucking standing up with all our clothes on.
“Teag,” he said into my mouth.
I kept kissing him. I wasn’t sure I could stop. He responded in kind for another couple of minutes then growled and pinched my ass.
That made me lift my head and look at him out of blurry eyes. My head was actually spinning, so I pressed a hand against it to make sure it stayed on my shoulders.
“That look.” He sounded breathless and every bit as dizzy as I was. “That right there. I want to see it when you’re under me.”
Fifteen minutes ago, that statement would’ve scared me. Now with my body buzzing and my blood humming and his taste in my throat, I only wanted more.
All.
“Or when I’m on top.” I slanted my lips over his one more time.
He didn’t speak for a while after that. Me either. We weren’t dancing. Definitely not responding to the music. Just making out openly without thought to who was watching him massage my ass through my jeans and our mouths tangle with increasing desperation.
“We gotta go,” he panted between kisses.
“Where?” I panted back.
“My place. A bathroom. Possibly a tree outside.”
It made me giggle hard enough to finally disconnect our mouths. I lifted shaky fingers to my lips. “They feel bruised,” I whispered, awed in the best way.
I hadn’t been that sensually attacked in…
Never. Precisely never.
“Not the only part of you I’m gonna bruise.” Almost as soon as the words were out, genuine pain tightened his features. He shut his eyes. “God, I didn’t mean—”
I kissed him gently until he lifted his eyelids. Then I slid my lips to his ear. “If you mean you intend to pound the hell out of my pussy, I’m here for it.” The shock that wound through his body made me ease back to look into his eyes. To make sure he understood I was all the way on board. “I want everything you can dish out, Dallas.”
Nine
Everything moved quickly after that. Turned out when you told a guy you wanted your pussy pounded, they tended not to dally.
And that was a good thing, since a very large bouncer named Larue soon ambled our way after a couple of reports of “lascivious behavior on the dance floor.” Then he discovered we were rockstars and wasn’t surprised.
I was very surprised. I
