Page 238 of Something Rad
“Do what?”
I tilt my head at him, watching the range of emotions flickering through his eyes as he looks down at me. “Touch me,” I tell him. “Out of your dreams this time.”
Robbie’s eyelids grow heavy, his teeth grazing his bottom lip as he grips my blouse in his hands, inching it up just slightly before pausing, looking to my face once more for reassurance. When I give it to him, nodding, it only takes another second before the cream colored fabric is clouding my vision, being pushed over my head.
I hear the sound of my blouse landing gently in a pile on the ground near my head before my eyes flutter open and I find Robbie looming over me, his hand roughly rubbing over his jaw as he takes me in with nothing but a white lace bra on before him. I can’t exactly decipher his expression, the look in his eyes something between a starving person seeing food for the first time in weeks and Ralphie when he opened the exact Red Ryder air rifle he’d been yearning for for months on Christmas morning inA Christmas Story. I’m not sure which of those looks brings a bigger smile to my face.
Robbie leans down, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “Shit, Cooper. I’m not sure when you’re gonna stop surprising me.”
I place my hands on his hips, slipping them under his shirt and grazing my nails up his back, making Robbie shiver. He captures my lips in his, gentle but sure. “Your turn,” I murmur against his mouth, fisting his shirt in my hands and giving it a gentle tug upwards. Robbie complies immediately, sitting up and pulling his shirt over the back of his head and off his body in one easy pull, revealing so much tan and toned skin that I just have to reach up and run my finger over.
I take my time, tracing across the line of his shoulder, through the thin smattering of hair covering his chest, down the plane of his abs, lean yet muscular. I take a moment to admire his arms, fully on display, toned from the thousands of hours of basketball he’s played with them. Then my gaze is brought back upwards, to his perfectly mussed hair, those dark chocolate brown eyes, and those deep pink lips set into the most perfect, satisfied grin as he looks at me looking at me.
I blow out a deep breath, shaking my head. “You are…”
Robbie tilts his head. “What am I, Cooper?” he smirks.
“You’re just really beautiful,” I admit, meaning it wholeheartedly.
Robbie beams, leaning down to kiss me. “Well you’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes. “And I’ll never know how I went so many years without noticing.”
“It’s okay,” I say, as he pulls his lips away from mine, peppering kisses across my cheek.
I let out a whimper as his teeth graze my earlobe. “I don’t think I gave you much opportunity to notice me.”
“Well, how about you give me the opportunity now to make it up to you anyways,” Robbie mutters into my neck, working his way down.
I don’t get the chance to answer before Robbie covers the left cup of my bra with his mouth, nipping and sucking, leaving the lacy fabric wet and straining against the pebbled point of my breast.
My head falls back against the blanket as I let out a strangled moan. Robbie moves to the other cup, not wasting any time with this one, pulling it down and exposing my bare flesh. He palms my other breast while he latches on to my nipple, giving it a hard suck followed by a lap of his tongue to soothe the pleasantly painful ache.
I’m squirming beneath him, putty in his hands as he continues to explore every inch of the upper half of my body, coming back to my face to kiss my lips intermittently. It catches me off guard every time he does it, making me smile. He’s all over the place. Like he can’t decide where to place his focus, but, at the same time, he’s not in any rush, doing what feels right, paying attention to how my body responds, and it has my toes absolutely curling and my legs squeezing around him to pull him closer.
We’re well past the love scene inTop Gunnow, the sounds of fighter jets and radio communications filling the air around us, but it doesn’t deter us any. If anything, it almost makes it more perfect. Moreus. Me and Robbie were never going to be your stereotypical romance novel couple. Everything between us has been a rollercoaster. Back and forth. Ups and down. Turbulence and explosions and high speed chases with moments sprinkled in that counteract it all. Moments that are quiet, peaceful, filled with longing, sprinkled with lust, heavy with purpose, and drowning in our reluctant but insistent want for each other.
“Robbie,” I whine at the exact same moment he groans, “Cooper.”
He braces himself up on his elbows to look down at me, eyes glossy and lips swollen, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
“What is it, baby?” he whispers.
I swallow, reaching out and tugging him closer by the waistband of his jeans. “I want you.”
Robbie looks down at where we’re pressed together, only our pesky clothes separating us. His throat bobs as his eyes meet mine. “How much of me, Cooper?”
I don’t hesitate, because I don’t need to.
“All of you.”
Robbie rakes a hand through his hair, shaking his head like he can’t believe what he’s hearing before he leans down, kissing me deeply. As our mouths mold together, exploring and tasting, Robbie slides a hand beneath my skirt, circling my hip and working to push the fabric further up my waist.
“Lift up for me, baby,” he whispers against my lips, patting the side of my hip.
I do what he says, lifting my backside off the ground and letting him shimmy my skirt up until the top of it rests right at my midsection.
Robbie presses one last bruising kiss to my lips, and then a gentle one to my forehead before he works his way down my body. My chest heaves with anticipation. It feels like a century before he settles himself between my legs. Robbie fists the end of my skirt in his hand, slowly pushing it up, and then I watch as the arm supporting him nearly gives out.
“Cooper,” he shudders, running a hand down his face.
