you?”
“And why would I want to do something as sophomoric as that?”
“You said you didn’t want me to date Travis. That’s why.”
“A mere suggestion. You think much too much of yourself.”
“Why you—you—”
“You’re not in any condition to find a way home, Ms. Ashford. Come with me.” His hand clasped my arm and electricity charged through my body. My breath caught at the immediate reaction to his touch. Why, oh why, couldn’t I feel like that with Travis?
“I can call a taxi.” I jerked my arm out of his hand. “I’m not stupid.”
I spun on my heel way too fast. The heat, pounding music, and flashing lights made me dizzy. I took a step forward and down I went.
My face.
Cooper’s chest.
His intoxicating, incredibly muscular chest.
The moment our bodies locked, I lost all control. My fingers crawled up his body, tracing in the smattering of hair that peeked out of the “V” of his unbuttoned collar and up to his heavily-scruffed chin and lips. Those perfect lips. The moment I touched them, they parted slightly. I wondered what he tasted like. I licked my lips in response.
I gazed up, my fingers relishing the feel of his rough stubble. He stood motionless, studying me as the strobe lights danced over his handsome face.
The beat of the music pounded against my chest, and I found myself swaying. Slowly he moved with me.
The alcohol was definitely making me stupid, because if I were smart, I wouldn’t latch on to my professor, my incredibly sexy and hot professor, the way I was doing now, pressing my body against his, urging him to dance.
I couldn’t help myself. My hips moved with his. Pressing harder into his body the way I did with Travis. Only this time when his hands moved over my waist holding me to him, my body lit on fire.
Immediately, my hands traveled up his abs. I silently moaned as my fingers traced the eight-pack beneath his shirt. When I locked my arms around his neck, I pressed harder into him and moaned at the feel of him hardening against me.
Suddenly, he snatched my hands, tearing them off his neck. He spun me around, placing my back side against him. He swayed with the music, grinding his lower body into my backside, creating a delicious friction. I tossed my head back onto his shoulder surrendering myself to him.
Lifting my arms, I searched for the back of his neck. He ducked his head and slid his nose against the side of my neck. I shivered at the touch of his hot tongue as it swept up the side of my neck, and let out a soft moan when he latched his teeth onto my earlobe.
I ran my fingers through his hair. It was so soft. When I pressed my butt deeper into him, and he let out a soft groan. The sound of it made me throb. I wanted more. I needed more. If this was a dream, I didn’t ever want to wake up.
Skillful hands roamed up my body, rested underneath my breasts, and I melted into him. It felt right having his hands touch me like that. Then his thumbs brushed against the underside of my breasts stroking me.
“Jackson,” I moaned.
He froze. My heart pounded, and I wondered what I’d done wrong. Gently, he turned me to him. His face was a mask as he spoke.
“Let’s get you home, Ms. Ashford.”
Chapter Fifteen
C ooper pulled his Mercedes into the driveway. Christmas lights cast a soft glow in the front yard. It was the one thing I loved about the house. Rainbow kept the lights up all year round because Meadow loved Christmas. With her still in Tibet, Rainbow felt close to her whenever she saw the lights.
“It’s exactly the same,” Cooper muttered.
My eyes flicked to him. He hadn’t said a word since he’d led me out of the club. I was a jumble of emotions. I was torn between wanting to tell him off and at the same time wanting to beg him to look at me. He kept his eyes on the road, hands gripped to the steering wheel, his face a mask. It wasn’t until we crossed the bridge that his face twisted as if in pain.
“You’ve been here
“And why would I want to do something as sophomoric as that?”
“You said you didn’t want me to date Travis. That’s why.”
“A mere suggestion. You think much too much of yourself.”
“Why you—you—”
“You’re not in any condition to find a way home, Ms. Ashford. Come with me.” His hand clasped my arm and electricity charged through my body. My breath caught at the immediate reaction to his touch. Why, oh why, couldn’t I feel like that with Travis?
“I can call a taxi.” I jerked my arm out of his hand. “I’m not stupid.”
I spun on my heel way too fast. The heat, pounding music, and flashing lights made me dizzy. I took a step forward and down I went.
My face.
Cooper’s chest.
His intoxicating, incredibly muscular chest.
The moment our bodies locked, I lost all control. My fingers crawled up his body, tracing in the smattering of hair that peeked out of the “V” of his unbuttoned collar and up to his heavily-scruffed chin and lips. Those perfect lips. The moment I touched them, they parted slightly. I wondered what he tasted like. I licked my lips in response.
I gazed up, my fingers relishing the feel of his rough stubble. He stood motionless, studying me as the strobe lights danced over his handsome face.
The beat of the music pounded against my chest, and I found myself swaying. Slowly he moved with me.
The alcohol was definitely making me stupid, because if I were smart, I wouldn’t latch on to my professor, my incredibly sexy and hot professor, the way I was doing now, pressing my body against his, urging him to dance.
I couldn’t help myself. My hips moved with his. Pressing harder into his body the way I did with Travis. Only this time when his hands moved over my waist holding me to him, my body lit on fire.
Immediately, my hands traveled up his abs. I silently moaned as my fingers traced the eight-pack beneath his shirt. When I locked my arms around his neck, I pressed harder into him and moaned at the feel of him hardening against me.
Suddenly, he snatched my hands, tearing them off his neck. He spun me around, placing my back side against him. He swayed with the music, grinding his lower body into my backside, creating a delicious friction. I tossed my head back onto his shoulder surrendering myself to him.
Lifting my arms, I searched for the back of his neck. He ducked his head and slid his nose against the side of my neck. I shivered at the touch of his hot tongue as it swept up the side of my neck, and let out a soft moan when he latched his teeth onto my earlobe.
I ran my fingers through his hair. It was so soft. When I pressed my butt deeper into him, and he let out a soft groan. The sound of it made me throb. I wanted more. I needed more. If this was a dream, I didn’t ever want to wake up.
Skillful hands roamed up my body, rested underneath my breasts, and I melted into him. It felt right having his hands touch me like that. Then his thumbs brushed against the underside of my breasts stroking me.
“Jackson,” I moaned.
He froze. My heart pounded, and I wondered what I’d done wrong. Gently, he turned me to him. His face was a mask as he spoke.
“Let’s get you home, Ms. Ashford.”
Chapter Fifteen
C ooper pulled his Mercedes into the driveway. Christmas lights cast a soft glow in the front yard. It was the one thing I loved about the house. Rainbow kept the lights up all year round because Meadow loved Christmas. With her still in Tibet, Rainbow felt close to her whenever she saw the lights.
“It’s exactly the same,” Cooper muttered.
My eyes flicked to him. He hadn’t said a word since he’d led me out of the club. I was a jumble of emotions. I was torn between wanting to tell him off and at the same time wanting to beg him to look at me. He kept his eyes on the road, hands gripped to the steering wheel, his face a mask. It wasn’t until we crossed the bridge that his face twisted as if in pain.
“You’ve been here
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