Page 82
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do.”
“So?” he prompts.
“So what?” I ask innocently.
“I asked you a question.” He lifts his chin. The dominant move does things to me, and I’m pretty sure he can read every single dirty thought that’s spinning around my head right now.
I stare up at him, my heart already racing, and he hasn’t so much as touched me.
“A filthy one,” I rasp, loving the way his pupils dilate as he absorbs the words.
“Then I’d suggest you drink up,” he says before swallowing what’s left in his glass in one go.
“Huh, you really want to get down to business,” I comment as he stalks around the island toward me. Once his bottom half is revealed, I discover just how ready he is to get started.
A shot of desire goes through me, settling at my aching balls.
It fucking blows my mind that a guy like Cooper Nash is already hard for me.
Me.
Not some underwear model or award-winning actor. Little nerdy me.
“What’s wrong? Were you expecting something else?”
I lift my glass to my lips and follow his previous move. The alcohol burns all the way to my stomach before adding to my already soaring temperature.
“Nope.” I let my eyes roll down his body, focusing on the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric of his sweats. “This is exactly what I came here for.”
He moves closer still until his scent begins filling the air.
“Just tell me where you want me.”
A deep growl rumbles in his throat, his nostrils flaring.
“Good boy,” he praises, and I can’t help but reach for myself. Being this hard in a pair of jeans should be fucking illegal. “Go up to my bedroom,” he demands. “Get naked. I’ll be there soon.”
My heart is a runaway train in my chest, and my hands tremble at my sides.
He continues to prowl closer; his eyes locked on mine.
It doesn’t stop me from seeing how fast his chest is heaving, or how those sweats are even more tented than a few moments ago.
How that’s possible, I don’t know, but I’m fucking desperate to be inside them, so I do exactly as I’m told.
Well, almost.
Instead of instantly jumping to action, I take a step forward so that we’re chest to chest.
Nash’s breath catches as we collide.
I blink up at him, letting him see the depths of my desire.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about your cock since you left me on all fours on your bed.”
I reach out and squeeze him gently.
He hisses in shock, his chin dropping.
