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“Cooper, there are paparazzi everywhere.”
“Quicker and easier. Besides, I like my hands on you.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t right now.”
He was unbelievable. And not in a good way.
“C’mon, babe.”
I dug my nails into his forearm. “Don’t ‘babe’ me. You’re not being cute.”
He grunted, but he didn’t loosen his grip. “Save the claws for later.”
“Oh you’ll get the claws later, but not the fun kind, Cooper Dallas.”
“Say it a little louder, don’t think all the paps heard you. Or are you okay with everyone knowing what I did to you last night?” His lips grazed my ear. “I don’t mind telling them.”
“You wouldn’t.”
His long stride lost most of the photo seekers in the foot traffic. Since this little adventure had taken all day, it was time for people to get out of work. He put me down when we got to the corner and snagged my hand.
“Where’s Zane?” I swung my head around to see if anyone was still behind us.
“We saw you get stopped. Cops let him go out the back. I figured I’d save you.”
I tried to wiggle my hand out of his, but his grip was ridiculous. Last night, I’d enjoyed it. Okay, this morning, I’d liked it even more, but that was not the point. I didn’t need a white knight, dammit. “I don’t need saving.”
“Yeah, but I like saving you.” He dragged me down the alleyway and trapped me against a brick wall in the shadows. He crowded into me, his chest pressing into mine, and all the while, he cupped the back of my head so I wouldn’t get scratched by the rough wall.
The beat of my heart thundered in my ears. Or maybe it was his. It was as if we were one when we were this close.
I wanted to melt into him. It would be so easy to let him take over.
“I think we lost them.” His gaze dropped to my mouth before he grinned, a rare dimple denting his cheek. “You’re really not good at following directions. Maybe you need a little punishment.”
My nipples immediately zinged in reaction.
Cooper’s eyes went hot, and he slid up his hand to cup me, his thumb rolling over the tight tip. “Like that idea?”
“That is simply my body reacting to stimulus. I’m still mad at you.”
His dimple deepened.
I resisted the urge to kick him—barely.
He lowered his mouth to brush mine. “Make-up sex is fine.”
I put my hand on his chest. “We haven’t made up yet.”
He nipped my lower lip. “We will.” He caught my nipple between his knuckles and tugged. “I want this in my mouth. When you do that back arch thing and grip my hair, holding me closer? Yeah, I want that again.”
I shivered and the night before flashed in my head. All the things he’d done to me—that we’d done to one another. After the first time, gentleness hadn’t been on the menu, and I was more than okay with that.
But he was still keeping something from me, and my hormones were not going to be used against me, thank you very much.
“I can be turned on and pissed off.” I shoved him back. “Did I give you any reason not to trust me?”
His eyebrows snapped down over his dark eyes. “I trust you.”
