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We move in sync, Cooper jumping into my arms at the same moment I reach down to grip her smooth thighs. I hike her up so that her legs wrap around my waist, and then I press her against the shower wall. The shower head is directly above our heads now, but neither one of us cares, the water pounding down on us and running heavy streams through our hair as our mouths rejoin once more.

Cooper and I are ravenous for each other. It’s like we’re both addicts that chose this exact moment to say ‘fuck it’ and give in to our greatest weaknesses and deepest desires. I fold for her like a cheap suit. I can’t keep my hands off of her. I need more of her. I feel like I might die without her if she took herself away from me right now. I’m not sure if that’s healthy, but what I do know is, I’m not sure that I’ve ever felt more alive.

Cooper squirms against me, bucking her hips like she’s searching for purchase. I’m trying to take it slow. I’m trying not to push her. I’m trying not to go too far with her too fast. But when she lets out a frustrated groan, fisting my soaking wet shirt to bring me closer to her so that she can sink her teeth into my lower lip, I lose all sense of self control and willpower.

I thrust against her, the hard ridge of me connecting with her warm center through the thick denim of my jeans. Of course, Cooper responds immediately, throwing her head back and gasping for air. I’m not sure what the use is. I don't think I’ve taken a breath in the last thirty seconds as I’ve watched the girl before me get set ablaze like the firecracker she is, her body reacting tome, to whatI’mdoing to her.

Yeah, forget air.

Who needs it when I have Sara Cooper in front of me?

She wraps her arms tighter around my neck, and I take it for what it is.

She wants more.

I grind up into her, harder this time, more forceful.

Because who am I to deny this girl?

Cooper whimpers, the ghost of my name falling from her lips.

There’s shower steam all around us, but I can feel the warmth radiating from her where she wants me most, where I need her most. And, God, if she isn’t the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen, face flushed, hair wild and wet, and the prettiest little red dress ever made painted on her body by the shower stream acting like a spotlight on what must be the most incredible scene of my young life.

“Robbie,please–”

My face falls into the crook of Cooper’s neck as I push against her. “God, I missed hearing you say my name.”

My right hand unclenches around her thigh, running up the length of her side, brushing over the soaked lace and silky fabric of her dress. I pause when I reach the outer curve of her breast, then flick my thumb out, running it over one of the hardened peaks that’s been teasing me for the last half hour. Cooper shudders, letting out a strangled moan as she rocks against me.

“Oh, God,” she chokes.

“No, it’s Robbie. We’ve been over this. But close enough I guess.”

Cooper swats at me and I dodge her, chuckling against her neck. She stifles her own laugh, trying to cover it with a sigh. “Can’t you think of something better to do with your mouth than talk right now?”

My fingers instantly flex, digging into her hip. I pull my head back just enough to find Cooper giving me a positively unholy grin, her teeth digging into her bottom red lip and her stormy eyes looking up at me through thick wet lashes.

“Now, Cooper,” I say, shaking my head, my voice husky. “Don’t go tempting me with a good time.”

“Is it really temptation if I already know you’ll give in?”

Fuck.

I lean forward, surprising Cooper and forcing her head to lay flat against the shower wall. I hear her breath catch in her throat as I get so close that my nose grazes hers. I look down at her, my tongue swiping over my lower lip. Her eyes trail the movement, the rise and fall of her chest growing more shallow with each bated breath that passes between us.

“Six.”

“What?” Cooper questions me, her brows shooting up.

I tilt my head, eyeing her like the prey she’s not so suddenly become to the animal inside of me.

“I can think of six better things to do with my mouth than talk right now.”

Cooper’s spine steels, and I watch her throat bob, which makes a smirk tilt my lips.

“Care for me to try any of them?” I ask.

If it was possible, Cooper’s cheeks tint an even darker shade of red. She rolls her plump lips into her mouth, not removing her eyes from mine as she pulls me closer by the collar of my shirt, whispering, “All of them.”