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She has no point. It doesn’t matter where we are. I know the way I feel about this girl.
I thread my fingers into her hair, pulling her in for one more kiss. “Fine,” I tell her. “But, for now, back to business. I trace the bridge of her nose with mine. “No more distracting me, Cooper.”
“I didn’t do anything–” Cooper swallows her own words on a gasp as I slip my hand between her legs, cupping her center and running my hand up and down her slit over her drenched panties. Even though we’re in the shower, I can distinguish the new wetness coating the cotton fabric from the old. Can feel the warmth pouring out of her.
“Sorry for getting you all wet,” I murmur against her cheek, smiling to myself.
Cooper barely gets her scoff out before I’m gripping the waistband of her panties and bending down to drag them down her legs.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing these anymore,” I tell her, looking up at her from under my lashes.
Her cheeks flush with warmth as she slowly steps out of her underwear, holding my shoulder for support. I tuck them into my back pocket once she’s done, then immediately return her leg to where it was over my shoulder. “Now, where were we?” I ask her.
“Number five, I believe” Cooper breathes, squirming around and holding her dress down, acting shy.
“Right,” I grin, dipping my head and running my nose along her inner thigh. “Number five…”
“Robbie, I…”
“Relax, baby,” I whisper, reassuring her like I know she needs me to.
“Robbie, what are you…Ah… I…Robbie–” Cooper stammers as she writhes uncontrollably in response to the heated kisses I’m trailing up her leg, slowly making my way to the place where I know she’s aching for me, the place I’ve dreamed about ever since the last time I was blessed with the honor of seeing it…touching it. But, this time,I want more.
“Mmm…” I tut. “Cooper, I already told you how much I missed you saying my name.” She looks down at me with heavy eyes, straining to keep holding her dress up with one hand while her other rakes through her wet hair. I grin up at her, my tongue tracing my bottom lip as I nudge her knee out further, spreading her legs for me. “Now, I think I’d like to hear you moan it.”
Cooper doesn’t have a moment to get her retort in before I’m pushing her dress up the last few inches, exposing her to me and ducking my head, giving her a flat hard swipe up my tongue over her glistening slit.
And that’s all it takes for her to give me exactly what I want.
My name tears from Cooper’s lips in the most sinful, spine-tingling, unforgettable way I could ever imagine.
Though I’d like to freeze this moment in time and drink in the image of her until my dying day, I don’t let up. I don’t even pause, lapping and swirling my tongue against Cooper's swollen bud like my life depends on it. I think it actually might. I look up at her, watching her watch me, andGod, she’s like a dream. Wet curls plastered to her forehead, eyes swirling with storm clouds, red cheeks and redder lips so desperate for my attention. But they’ll have to wait. I thought her mouth tasted like candy, butthis… This is what brings men to their knees. So here I am. And here I want to stay forever. I’m just not sure Cooper will last that long.
Her thighs are desperately fighting against me, clenching and quivering with every stroke of my tongue against her. I can see it in the pace of her breathing, the redness creeping up her chest, the way she’s biting down on her lip to keep from coming apart. Cooper’s almost there.
“I…I don’t hate you either, Robbie,” she tells me through breathy moans.
Well, I’ll be damned.
I smile against her, removing my hand from her knee that’s resting over my shoulder, hoping my head will be enough to keep her in place. I take my time, tracing circles up in her inner thigh, letting the anticipation build, and then I gently run two fingers against her soaking wet folds before slowly sinking them inside of her, curling them towards myself without ever removing my mouth from her pulsing bundle of nerves.
Cooper explodes, letting out a cry that competes with the wail of Ann Wilson from Heart, whose song is currently blaring from the other side of the door.
And, speaking of the door…
Three loud knocks rap against it before I hear the uneasy voice of Grady Fisher calling out. “Uh…Robbie? You in there?”
I pull my mouth away from Cooper just enough to respond, continuing to pump my fingers inside of her as I shout, “Go away, Fisher!”
A few seconds of silence go by before he calls out again. “I…I have your bag.”
“Leave it!”
Cooper covers her face with her hands, shaking her head.
I let out an exasperated chuckle, diving in for one more lap of my tongue against her before I pull my fingers out, licking them clean before rising back to my feet. I’m just barely back at my full height before Cooper grabs me by my soaked shirt, pulling me in until our lips are touching.
“I want to feel you,” she whispers, her mouth brushing mine with every word as she reaches for the button on my jeans.
