Page 18 of Vegas Heat

We talked late into the night, and even though we just met last night, it feels like I’ve known him my entire life. I know his favorite singer is Dave Matthews, he’s obsessed with Slim Jims, he likes to eat mangoes, he’s six feet, four inches tall, he loves sports, he wants at least three kids by the time he’s forty, he’s a total mama’s boy, and he’s a Dodgers fan.

He learned that my favorite singer is Taylor Swift, I’ve never eaten a mango before in my entire life, I clock in at five-seven, I’m more of a movie buff than a sports fan, I don’t know if I want kids ever, I’m not close with my mom, and if Ihadto pick a team to root for, I guess I’d say I’m a Vegas Aces fan…a Ben Olson fan, in particular, but I wouldn’t kick Jack Dalton out of bed for eating cookies if you know what I mean.

We laughed together, and he held me in his arms as he traced patterns on my skin, and there was zero pressure on either of us. We just lived in the moment, and I’m not sure I’ve ever done that before with a guy. I prefer living in my head, overanalyzing every word, every smile, every tick of an eyebrow.

Cooper’s just about the easiest-going guy I’ve ever met, and I’m not exactly uptight, but sometimes I suppose I can be. I was once described by my high school math teacher as the sunshiniest Type A personality he’d ever met, and he was right. I’m positive and sometimes I can be way too nice, which can often make me a doormat, but I’m also competitive and have astrong aptitude for achieving whatever I set out to do. I just do it with a smile on my face, I guess.

He wakes with a bit of a jolt when I move out of his arms, and he grabs onto me and tightens his grip, not letting me go.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he says, his tone gruff.

I can’t help a soft giggle. “I really have to pee.”

“I need a kiss first.” He puckers his lips, and good gravy, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a man who was both so dang hot and also adorable at the same time. I drop my lips to his, and he grabs onto me, hoisting me over his lap and gripping onto my butt cheeks with both hands. He moves my body over his, letting me know he’s raring to go even at this early hour.

I let out a soft moan, and then I climb off him because I really do need to go use the restroom. He grunts as I leave.

“Be right back,” I promise on my way.

When I get out of the bathroom, I expect things to be awkward. Despite the unfamiliar feelings streaming through me, he’s still a virtual stranger, and I’ve never really done the one-night stand thing, so I’m expecting one of us to make it weird.

But that doesn’t happen.

Instead, he’s pulling on a shirt, much to my disappointment. “Wanna grab some breakfast fuel then come back here and have sex all day long?”

I laugh. “Uh, yeah. I do.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me so I’m crushed against his body, and his lips tip up as he gazes down at me. He drops a soft kiss to my lips before letting me go. He looks me up and down a beat. “You’re gonna need some pants, Sunshine.”

“Sunshine?” I ask.

He shrugs. “It’s your sunny personality, I guess. Or the fact that the sun coming up is casting you in this spot of gold rightnow and it’s fucking ethereal, like you’re some angel dropped down into my hotel room.”

I step out of the spot of light. “What about now? Am I whatever the opposite of sunshine is?”

He chuckles. “Moonshine?” He shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t think so. Still Sunshine.”

“What about you?” I ask.

His brows furrow in confusion. “What about me?”

“If you’re going to call me Sunshine, what should I call you?”

He tosses an arm around my shoulder. “Stud Muffin? Captain Orgasm? The best sex of your life?”

I twist my lips. “I’m thinking Snuggle Bunny.”

He tosses me the same pair of shorts I didn’t bother to wear last night. “We’ll work on it over breakfast.”

“Hottie McHotFace?” I suggest as I pull them on.

He narrows his eyes at me. “It’s a little better, but I’m kind of partial to Captain Orgasm.”

“You were definitely captain of my orgasms last night,” I murmur, and I grab a hair band out of my purse to pull my hair up.

“I will be again this morning after a balanced breakfast with a lot of protein.” He grabs a black baseball hat with a simple black UA for Under Armour on the front out of his suitcase, and he turns it backward when he puts it on.

Good God, as if he wasn’t hot enough before.

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