Move (Club Kitten Dancers #1)(8)

But Cooper is different.

There’s something about him.

Finishing my shift without getting myself off was hell. There were a few times I almost went into the bathroom and touched myself, but somehow, I managed to have a little bit of self-control.

Somehow.

“Are you sure?” I ask awkwardly, standing in the entryway to the kitchen.

“I think we both know why I’m here, Bailey.”

“I think that’s true.” Only my breath has kind of caught in my throat and I’m hoping he’ll kiss me again so I don’t have to keep trying to find things to talk about.

“Tell me,” he strides across the room and invades my space, standing so close to me we’re practically touching, but not quite.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me what you want from me.”

“Why?”

“I want to hear you say it.”

He wants to hear me say it? Well, Brave Bailey is here. I’m not going to back down now. He wants me to be forward? I can be forward.

I take a deep breath.

“I want you, Cooper. I’ve been thinking about you all week. When you didn’t call or text…I thought I wouldn’t see you again.” I’m embarrassed at how needy my voice sounds suddenly, but then something flashes in his eyes.

Pain?

Anxiety?

Regret?

It’s gone before I know what it was, so I try not to worry. Then he’s kissing me, and all rational thoughts float away. Cooper swipes his tongue across my lips slowly, passionately, making me forget, just for a moment, about everything but him.

My hands yank at his clothes, pulling off his shirt. I feel his hard chest beneath my hands. There’s a little patch of hair on his chest and I groan when I feel it. I love the way he’s so masculine.

He’s everything Dominic was not.

Pushing the comparison from my head, I focus on yanking my own shirt off. Now it’s Cooper’s turn to groan.

“Baby,” he murmurs, cupping my breasts. “You weren’t wearing a bra?”

“I might have taken it off before I clocked out,” I confess. “It’s tucked in my purse.”

“Why?”

“To see the look on your face.”

“You have amazing breasts. You’re beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He picks me up then, acting like I weight nothing at all, which makes me feel a little bit like a pixie. He carries me down the hall.

“Which room?” He grunts.

“Left,” I murmur, and I kiss his neck more, biting and nipping at him. Cooper brings me into my room and fumbles for the light switch. “Just leave it off,” I say, and he chuckles.

“Not a chance. I want to see all of you.”

He drops me on my bed and pulls my black stretchy pants and panties down in one swoop. Then Cooper pushes my knees apart and leans forward, biting me on the thigh. Usually, I’m pretty ticklish there, but not this time. Not with him.

“Tell me what you want, Bailey,” he looks up at me. He’s not going to make this easy. He’s going to make me ask, beg. He’s going to make me tell him exactly what I want. Is it my imagination, or do his eyes hold a little bit of a challenge?

If that’s his game, I’m more than willing to play. Tonight, I’ve stepped out of my comfort zone more than I usually would. I’m never this aggressive with me, but I don’t care. I want him. All of him.

“Lick my *, Cooper,” I say, watching him. “Make me come for you.”

“Of course,” he leans forward and begins licking my center. I drop back on my elbows and he pushes my legs further apart, straining my muscles. It’s a good pain, though. It’s an erotic pain.

I’ve never come from this before. Not that Dominic was ever willing to give it a try, of course, but I’ve slept with a couple of guys who tried to make me come using only their tongues. It never worked and they always gave up pretty quickly, happy when I told them they didn’t have to.

Only, something tells me that offering to let Cooper take a free pass on this one isn’t going to work well. He’s taking his time, eating me up like I’m the most savory treat he’s ever touched.

Cooper bites each of my lips, slowly nibbling my skin up and down, then goes back to stroking me. He alternates slow and fast and brings me closer, closer, closer.

“I love eating your sweet *, Bailey,” he says, licking me. “You’re so f*cking wet for me.”

“I’ve never…I’ve never come like this,” I admit, but the truth is that I want to. I’m getting so close. I just need a little bit more.

“All that’s about to change, Bailey. I’m not stopping until you’re coming on my face.” He slides a finger inside of me, then another, and strokes me quickly from the inside. I bite my lip, groaning, wiggling, but Cooper holds me tightly in place.

If his hands weren’t so tight on my legs, I might fly away.

I’m so close I can taste it.

“Come for me, Bailey,” he whispers the words and slides his tongue back onto me, focusing solely on my clit.

Then I explode.

I see stars and fireworks and everything goes black for just a moment. I cry out, then slowly, slowly, reality begins to return.