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“Just like you don’t. C’mon.” Cooper led us down the hall to the side exit. Luckily, the other side exit, on the opposite side of the club from where I’d caused my destruction last night.
I hurried to keep up with his long-legged stride. “Wait a second. What do you mean? I mean, yeah, some guys hit on me.”
He pushed open the outside door, and we exited on a sidewalk still roped off for the obviously very long line from earlier. We left the cordoned off area and rushed down the block toward the parking lot before coming to an abrupt halt.
Cooper pushed me up the brick wall, and the air left me in a whoosh as I caught the raw need on his face. I was sure he was going to flip up my skirt right here, passersby be damned.
I didn’t mind one bit.
But he didn’t whip up my skirt or undo his zipper. He braced his muscled forearms on the wall on either side of my head and spoke close to my mouth, making his words into a hot caress against my swollen lips.
“I see them all the time, looking at you. Wanting you. During the shows. Before. After. You never pay them any mind. It’s a good thing too. I’m not sure I could control
myself if one of 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—”
