Page 7 of Interception

“Mixer. Do you mind if I go check out the options in your refrigerator?”

“Have at it, girl. Mi casa es su casa.” The ease with which she navigates my place is sexy as hell. There’s no insecurity or trepidation. She knows what she wants, and she’s not afraid to ask for it. I wonder if that translates to the bedroom.

With a double shot of vodka for her and a scotch for myself, I go to where her fine little ass is sticking out from behind my refrigerator door.

“Would you like ice?”

She grabs a bottle of cranberry juice from the fridge and closes the door, twisting her body to face me. “No ice. I like it… hot.”

The heat in her eyes is all the encouragement I need, but I sense she likes a game of cat and mouse. We both know how tonight is going to end. She’s going to be spread eagle with my face buried between her thighs. I brush past her, dropping a few ice cubes into my glass, and she watches me as I take a sip, pulling one of the cubes of ice into my mouth. The spark in her eyes lets me know I’m on the right track.

Dipping my head down, I brush my lips against her neck, letting the tip of the ice slide over her skin before pulling back ever so slightly. I need her permission. Seconds feel like hours as I hover millimeters from her lips. Her scent is intoxicating, but I quell the urge to hoist her up onto the kitchen island and bury myself deep inside her.

She’s even more beautiful up close. There’s a vulnerability in the way she drops her gaze. The rapid rise and fall of her chest are betraying her cool, calm exterior.

She takes a step back, putting some distance between us. She doesn’t bother adding the cranberry to her drink, instead slinging it back in a single gulp.

“So, Cooper, we both know you’re a player.” Something in her eyes tells me she’s a bit of a player herself.

“Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. I’m a firm advocate of the one-night stand. No pesky attachments. No strings. Just hot, sweaty sex and plenty of orgasms. Can you handle that?”

I move toward her, stopping just shy of her lips. I can almost taste her, her breath soft and shallow as she fights the magnetic pull between us.

“If you want it, Zoey, take it. You can have whatever you want from me tonight. All you have to do is take it.” I rest my arms on either side of her, bracing the cold granite in an attempt to hold back. Who am I kidding? There’s no way I’m going to be able to stop myself once I get a taste of her. Every nerve ending in my body cries out for her touch, but I don’t even know her, yet she’s in my home, invading my space. Unless she makes it crystal clear what she wants from me, I’m going to tear myself away, lock myself in my room, and crack one out in a less-than-satisfactory self-inflicted release.

She slides her hand between us, running it down my chest, her lips still just out of reach. As her fingers trail over the waistband of my jeans, I can’t hide how much I want her. It’s evident in my erection straining to be unleashed, my cock twitching as she rubs up and down the length of me.

“Fuck me, you have quite the anaconda.” She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes staring up at me through hooded lids.

“What are you waiting for, Zoey? It’s yours for the taking.” I press my hips forward, letting her get a firm grip on me.

“Maybe I don’t want you.”

“The way your hand is palming my cock right now, I call bullshit. You want me.” It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to fist my hands in her hair and take her in what I know will be an explosive first kiss.

“And you want me. Your cock tells me everything I need to know.”

“Then kiss me. What are you waiting for?” She wants the upper hand. I’d guess she’s used to guys begging her for it. I hold her gaze, my body on fire at the desire I see reflected back at me. “You’ve got your hand on my cock. I’d say you’ve already shown your hand.”

“If that’s the case, it’s your move, Cooper. Show me what you’re made of. Kiss me, ravage me, strip me naked, and fuck me.” Holy shit. It’s been a long time since a woman has turned me on this much without so much as a kiss.

I press my lips to her cheek, ghosting the faintest of kisses on her skin before moving my lips to her ear, whispering softly, “Tell me you want it. You take it, or you say it. Your choice. I’m ready and waiting, but you already know that. What’s it going to be, Zoey?”

Before I get a chance to step back, she pulls me close, her hips replacing her hand, grinding against my cock in a desperate plea. Fisting her hands in my hair, her lips crash down on mine, our tongues twisting and tangling in a frenzied fuck. In an instant, my hands are all over her, exploring every tight curve and lifting her into my arms.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.” She does as I ask, tugging on my hair, forcing me to look at her.

“Now tell me you want me, Cooper.”

“I fucking want you.” I practically run down the hallway to my bedroom, eager to lock the door behind us and lose myself in this woman for hours. This wasn’t how I expected my day to go, but I’m really fucking glad she showed up on my doorstep.

I lay her down on my bed, a little roughly, as I pull my shirt over my head and discard it on the floor.

“Take off your clothes, Zoey. I want to see that body of yours before I give in to your demands and ‘ravage’ you.” She oozes self-confidence, her gaze fixed on mine as she strips down to her underwear.

“Cute panties. You always wear Hello Kitty?”

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