Page 52 of Vegas Heat

But I just can’t muster up the enthusiasm to go to college parties when Cooper Freaking Noah is in town.

I don’t give a shit about the shenanigans taking place on campus when Coop and I can get into some private trouble of our own.

And so when I pick him up from the airport, the group text chat with my closest friends is going bananas. They’re setting up where and when to meet, and meanwhile I ate dinner an hour ago and sat around twiddling my thumbs until an appropriate time to leave for the airport to pick him up.

I glance at my watch. It’s seven twenty-five, and a text comes through.

Cooper:Landed! [airplane emoji]

Me:I can’t wait to see you. [kiss emoji]

Cooper:I can’t wait to get you naked. [eggplant emoji] [waterdrops emoji]

Me:I really like how you don’t beat around the bush. [eyeroll emoji]

He writes back with a laughing emoji, and then I wait as patiently as I can until I see the familiar black Under Armour baseball cap pulled forward and low over his eyes.

My tummy flips as thrills start to dance along my spine.

My body seems to have the same reaction every time I see him, but it gets more and more intense each time. The feelings of love are starting to edge out the lust, but both are fierce.

If you didn’t know you were looking for him, he’d be just another hot guy walking through the airport. But I know who he is. Intimately. And even though there are still parts of himself he hasn’t shared with me—and I him—I still feel like I know him in a way nobody else in this airport ever will.

I mean…assuming he’s never banged a flight attendant.

We haven’t really gotten into our histories where that’s concerned, and I still haven’t Googled him to learn more, but Mia has informed me that he was a player in more ways than one back in the day. It sounds like it was before his time with his ex. And he wears that ballcap all the time in public, so I assume people know who he is. I just don’t want to know his past since I’m enjoying who he is now.

We all have histories, and he can share his with me whenever he’s ready. And maybe that’ll be the same time I’ll be ready to share mine with him, too. My recent history, anyway. I’ve been pretty open about the other stuff.

His eyes lift to mine across the airport, and I can’t help it. I spring into a sprint and launch myself into his arms, and he laughs as he catches me this time, prepared for the impact. His lips immediately collide down to mine as everything seems to tilt back to the way it’s meant to be.

“God, I missed you,” he says, his voice raspy and low against my mouth. He pulls his lips from mine and buries his face in my neck like he’s trying to get as close as he possibly can to me, and I simply wrap myself around him and hang on for the ride as much as I decently can in public, still unsure how it’s possible to feel so completely whole again with him when we’re still at the early stages of this.

But that’s the thing. I’m here to hang on for the ride, whether it lasts one more week or one more lifetime.

“Let’s get to my hotel,” he suggests, and I nod. We walk out of the airport hand-in-hand toward my truck, and I weave through traffic, racing to get to Caesars Palace where Cooper’s staying again.

After all, it’s where we first met when we were playing blackjack together, and it’s a place I will forever associate with him regardless of what happens between us.

I have a feeling I’ll always look at this landmark with hearts in my eyes and the fondest memories.

I leave my keys in the car, collect my valet ticket, and head with Cooper toward his room, bypassing the check-in counter since he already took care of that whole process digitally while I drove.

He waves his phone in front of his door, and it magically unlocks. We walk in, and he abandons his suitcase in the middle of the entry, instead stalking toward me. Thrills shoot up my spine. I am so ready for this, ready forhim.

Last time we spent half the day together before we got naked. This time, it’s about half a second after we enter the privacy of his hotel room. To be honest, I’m a little surprised we made it this long and didn’t just get naked in the back of my truck.

It’s with lightning speed we both shed our clothes, and we stand naked together making out in the middle of the room. He booked a suite with a view, and the bed is located in a room to the left. I don’t care if we do it on the bed. Hell, I’ll opt for doing it up against the hotel window if that’s what he wants.

He must read my mind.

“Go put your palms up against the window and bend over for me,” he orders, his lips inches from mine, and I love the needy edge to his demand. He kisses me once more before he lets me go to submit to what he just requested, and I stand with my assup in the air, my palms against the glass, and my tits on display for everyone outside to see.

We’re on the twenty-fifth floor in the land of hotel rooms and blinking lights, so it’s not like anyone can actuallyseeus, at least not without binoculars. But the thrill of it is ever-present anyway, the thought that someone could be watching as Cooper slams into me in our most private, intimate moments, and something about that makes this even hotter.

The ache between my legs becomes unbearable as I wait for his touch, and it’s featherlight at first, his fingertips tracing down my spine and along the curve of my ass.

My pussy aches for him, and I’m certain I’m wetter and more ready for him than I’ve ever been for anybody in my life.

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