But I’ve only got one night.
One night to throw all my inhibitions out the window.
I grab the hem of Coop’s t-shirt and pull it over his head, forcing him to release my breast as I reveal the six-pack abs that have starred in my fantasies every night this week.
Though it’s mid-October, his skin still has the golden-brown hue of a summer tan, something I haven’t experienced a day in my life. I can’t leave the house without SPF 50 or I burn to a crisp.
He looks up at me with hooded eyes and then we’re kissing again, his fingers tangled in my hair as I scrape my nails over his pecs, exploring every ridge and plane of his muscular torso.
The ache between my legs reaches a fever pitch and I roll my hips, grinding shamelessly against his cock. Coop groans and I repeat the motion, savoring every sinful inch.
It feels incredible, but it’s not enough.
I need more.
“We should take off our pants.”
Coop grins. “I like the way you think.”
He flips me over with mind-blowing speed and before I can catch my breath, he’s stripping off my leggings, that hungry look in his eyes as he peels them down over my calves, leaving me naked before him.
I’m splayed out like an offering—one sacrificial virgin coming right up—but I don’t feel self-conscious.
I just feel… ready.
It’s taken seven weeks to get here, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Maybe the universe did me a solid when Cooper carried me out of Sig Chi that first night, because instead of losing my virginity to a guy who couldn’t even remember my name, I’m going to give it to a man who will put my comfort—my pleasure—first.
Who needs love when you’ve got a friend like Cooper?
I smile up at him, a new kind of warmth filling my chest. “I’m glad it was you in that hotel room. There’s no one else I’d trust with my body.”
Coop freezes, fingers gripping the waistband of his sweatpants. His cock strains against the soft gray fabric, proof he’s as ready as I am.
Finally.
His ears turn a violent shade of red and he mumbles something that sounds like, “I’ll be right back.”
Then he turns and disappears into the bathroom without a backward glance. I sit up and watch in disbelief as he closes the door, leaving me naked and alone in his bed, virginity intact.
What the ever-loving fuck just happened?
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Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.
I brace my palms on the bathroom counter, replaying the last thirty seconds in my head.
Quinn’s admission; it was too much.
My muscles locked up, and I couldn’t move. I just stared down at her, stretched out before me like a gift I didn’t deserve, that fiery hair splayed across my pillow, miles of soft, creamy skin on display. The moment she met my gaze, her emerald eyes churning with desire, my chest had tightened.
And like a complete jackass, you bolted.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, cursing my stupidity.
Is this what it feels like to crack under pressure?
