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I can see her thoughts all over her face. I know that that’s something she was scared to tell me. I know she’s probably questioned it every second since it came out of her mouth. But it doesn’t look like she’s questioning it now. I think she’s glad for me to know how she really feels. That I’m aware of this heat between us. In fact, with the way she’s looking at me right now, I’m convinced she’d let me burn her alive if I wanted to. She reaches up slowly, wrapping her fingers around mine, holding them in place against her cheek.
I let out the lightest groan when she squeezes my fingers in hers, my resolve stripping away. I drop my head, leaning into her as I do. “Sara,” I mutter against her neck. I see the goosebumps that instantly prickle across her fair skin and feel the way her body responds to me. Something tells me it’s not far from how my body’s responding to her as well.
“That’s three times tonight,” she whispers against my ear.
“What?” I question her.
“That you’ve called me Sara.”
I pull back enough to look at her. “Isn’t that your name?”
“Not to you.”
My lips press together. “And what do you think you are to me?”
“I’d like you to tell me,” she says.
My throat bobs once before I reach up to push another escaped strand of hair out of her face, but this time, instead of just pushing it behind her ear, I follow through, threading my fingers all the way into the hair on the side of her head, giving it the lightest tug. Just light enough to pull her closer to me and just hard enough that a wanting whimper escapes her lips, sending a jolt of electricity straight down my spine and into the straining place behind my jeans where I’m already aching for her .
“How about I show you instead?” I ask.
Cooper doesn’t respond, her gaze swaying between my eyes and my mouth that is so dangerously close to hers. Desperately trying to hold back,needingfor her to be the one to start this, I give the faintest brush of my lips against hers. Her back arches and her mouth instantly reaches for more of mine in response. I pull just a hair's width away, my tongue poking out to trace her top lip with the lightest of touches.
“That okay, Cooper?”
She says nothing, looking completely lost in a daze, her body somehow both soft and rigid in my hands at the same time.
“Hey,” I whisper against her mouth. “Talk to me, Goose.”
Her hand is shaky as she pulls it away from mine, her grip sliding past my wrist and all the way down my arm until she reaches my chest, her hand splaying out flat across it.
“I…I like the way you feel,” she admits.
I rest my forehead against hers, a sigh of relief escaping me.
Holy shit, Cooper.
“I like…the way youmake mefeel,” I say. “The things you make medo. Even if you drive me absolutely crazy because of it.”
Cooper breathes out a laugh. “You’re Robbie Summers. Nobody could evermake youdo anything.”
I scoff a chuckle of my own. “Yeah, well, a few months ago, I definitely would have agreed with you. But now…” I trail off.
“But now?”
I pull my forehead away from Cooper’s, looking down at her, wondering what the hell has come over me, but also not convinced that I really care.
Here we are. All bets are off.
“I’m pretty sure there’s not a thing in the world I wouldn’t do if you asked me to, Sara Cooper. I’d burn the whole thing down to the ground if that’s what you wanted.”
Her cheeks flush, a smile coming to her face that she doesn’t even bother to fight. “Well, if you’re planning on burning the world to the ground anyways…you may as well….”
I draw closer to her as she trails off.
“May as well what, Cooper?”
Her mouth opens, but no words come out.
