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“You might want to hide from the world. But I know. I see you, Cooper Nash. And despite knowing better, I want more.
“You showed your cards on New Year’s Eve, so let me show mine now.”
He closes the final few inches between us, and I stop breathing as I wait for him to make his move.
“Fuck,” I hiss when he reaches out, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck. A violent shudder rips through me at the innocent touch.
“Tell me to stop.”
Another test. Another one I’m going to pass.
I don’t say a word.
The next thing I know, his lips are on my mouth, and his body is pressing against mine.
I take a step back, my ass hitting the edge of the island I was standing at not so long ago.
The second Garrett’s tongue sneaks out, licking the seam of my lips, asking for entry, my mouth opens, allowing him in.
He groans in delight, his fingers twisting in the hair at the nape of my neck before he deepens our kiss, sucking on my tongue as if he needs it more than his next breath.
His other hand locks on my waist, anchoring us together as he rolls his hips, allowing me to feel just how one kiss from me affects him.
He’s hard, rock fucking solid beneath his pants, and the only thing I can think about is stripping him out of every single piece of clothing and taking what I wanted that very first night.
15
GARRETT
Kissing Cooper is just like I remember.
It’s addictive and all-consuming.
And now that I know a little more about him, it’s even more than those first couple of times.
He’s been so careful about giving anything away, but the second I saw that tattoo snaking around his forearm, everything started fitting into place.
That’s why I’ve been so obsessed with my mystery artist.
He might be elusive, but the reason we click online is because we’re exactly the same in person.
I don’t think I’ve ever craved someone the way I do him.
Our kiss is dirty, and any finesse we started with has flown right out the window.
His fingers are in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me and sending a bite of pain down my neck, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. His other hand is currently tugging my shirt from my pants.
But as much as I want him to strip me and have his way with me, I need to do something first.
It takes every ounce of self-control I possess to pull my lips back from his.
Fire burns in his green eyes. They’re glittering like the world’s most expensive emeralds, and I’m obsessed with the sight of them combined with his swollen lips.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his eyes bouncing between mine and dropping to my lips as if he’s having similar thoughts.
“Still wishing I didn’t invite myself into your Uber?”
His throat ripples as he swallows.
