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Twenty-One
“I don’t like it.”
“I don’t really care what you like right now.” I threw my purse into my bunk area.
Well, if you could call my sleeping quarters, which was half the size of my first apartment, a bunk. When we were stopped, our million-dollar bus needed a damn football field-sized parking spot.
Okay, so that was an exaggeration—ish.
I turned around and stabbed my finger into Cooper’s very hard, very large chest. “We’ve been over this. We’re trying to make things as normal as possible when it comes to this tour.”
We’d argued about this all night as we drove from New York to Philly. By the time we’d gotten the trucks all squared away and everyone situated on the bus with our belongings, it had been a long night drive.
Evidently, the hydraulics and shocks on this thing were also worth a million bucks because it barely felt like we were moving.
I’d slept like a damn baby.
Well, after Cooper had sneaked into my bunk and put me to sleep with his cock. There were worse ways to put a body into slumber.
Even when we were fighting, we still made up times three.
“Can’t anyone else do it? Hell, I can do it.”
“Really? You’re going to go in there with a bunch of fans and not start growling?”
“I take my turn.” He huffed out a breath. “Usually.”
I laughed and took his hand. “Why are you getting so bent about this? Noah is going to be right there with me.”
Cooper’s face went mutinous. “Don’t remind me that he’s going to be the one standing in.” He plucked at the ties of my dress. “How about I go with you?” He nudged the fabric off my shoulder before tracing the edge of my bra strap with his tongue.
“Oh, because we need this in all the online magazines?” I pulled my hair over my other shoulder to give him a little more access.
“What? Everyone loves a good romance.” His hazel eyes were dark with the passion that never seemed to lessen between us. He cupped my breast, coasting his thumb over my tight nipple.
“We have enough press.” I shoved my shirt back up and backed away from him. “I can’t think when you do that.”
He sat on the little leather cube I’d convinced him to bring upstairs for me. “That’s the point.” He rested his elbows on his thighs. “I know you think I’m being ridiculous.”
“No.” I moved between his legs and combed my fingers through his hair. “I know you’re just worried.”
He leaned forward a little more and rested the top of his head against my middle. “I am. With good reason. That’s a lot of variables we can’t control in there. What happens if someone tries to get to you?”
“Cooper.” I moved my hands to his shoulders and dug into his tense muscles. I’d never felt him so tight. “Please tell me what this is really about. I appreciate the whole overprotective lover thing—”
He groaned as I used my very strong hands to go deeper to loosen up all his knots. “You know we’re more than that.”
I raked my nails down his back, dragging up his white tank as I made my way back up. “Take this off.”
He looked up at me. “Now who’s trying to distract who?”
“You don’t want a back rub? Okay.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” He reached back between his shoulder blades and pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it on my bed. “Happy?”
Okay, maybe that hadn’t been the best idea. I had to be strong. God, he had a really nice body. So many muscles layered over other muscles and all of them under smooth, velvety skin.
I’d never been the kind of girl to lust over a guy. Sex, oh, yeah. I really enjoyed sex, but the whole objectification of a guy?
