Cooper very deliberately reached out and wrapped a lock of my hair around his fingers. All the while, he held my gaze, daring me to stop him.
“I get it,” I said quietly. “What I want doesn’t matter. I bow to your superiority. Should we just fuck now so you can forget my name like your brother said?”
“My brother is a turd. I told you that,” Cooper said, taking one of my legs and resting it over his thighs. “Don’t be so pissy. I just want you to admit you like me.”
“Fine, I like you.”
“Yeah, I know, but thanks for being honest.”
Shaking my head, I grudgingly smiled. “Will the pizza be here soon?”
“Yes,” he murmured, suddenly next to me. “You smell good.”
Before I could speak, his lips were on mine for a brief touch. I froze for the seconds our lips met and remained a little frozen when he pulled away. As he leaned back, his lips curved into a gentle grin.
“Those lips of yours are fucking gorgeous.”
Covering my mouth, I sighed. All of my life, I heard about my fat lips. As a kid, people would tease me about how my lips were big enough to eat my whole head. My grandma especially liked that one. When I got older, the comments were always sexual. I hated when people talked about my lips.
“You don’t like them,” he said as his fingers drifted along my calf. “Why?”
“I like them fine.”
“Do guys want to do something with those lips?”
Resting my head back on the couch, I sighed. “I’m tired and you’re making me feel dirty.”
Cooper’s hand stopped caressing my leg. When I looked at him, he stared back with an edgy expression.
“You take things too personally,” he said, holding my gaze.
“When guys talk about using my mouth for stuff as if it’s all I’m good for, why wouldn’t I take that personally?”
“Not all you’re good for, but you have sexy lips. Like when I threw the bottle, you did this thing with your lips and made a perfect little ‘O’ shape. It was frigging hot and I almost forgot I wanted to beat the shit out of those guys.”#p#分页标题#e#
Nodding, I hoped he left me alone. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me softly, licking at my lips without going any further. When he leaned back, his hand messed with the edge of my sweatpants down by the ankle.
“I’m glad you needed a ride tonight,” he said, his gaze on the TV. “I’m glad I was around when you needed that ride. It worked out, but you look tired.”
“I am.”
Cooper ran his index finger along my face and under my chin. “I’m messing with you, but that’s all it is. I’m just teasing. I know you’re tired and nothing’s going to happen tonight. You can rest your eyes until the pizza comes and I won’t take advantage of that. I want you to want it too. Not to be an unwilling victim like with those assholes at the party. I don’t take shit from girls. They offer it enthusiastically and I know you will too eventually, but you need to make me work for it first. I appreciate you keeping my seduction skills sharp.”
Grinning, I rolled my eyes. “Life must be great with your giant brain and even bigger ego.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty amazing.”
As he cupped my feet, I wished I had gotten a pedicure in the last… Well, I wished I’d thrown on a little polish. You know, just in case a pushy hot guy showed up and fondled my feet.
“Your sister is in my Algebra class,” I said, resting my head against the couch again.
“Bailey’s a cute kid, but don’t show her up. She’s insecure and turns mean when other girls get more attention. It’s not personal. She’s lost friends over the years for that shit, but she needs to be the center of attention. It’s because she was the youngest for a long time until Sawyer came along. As the baby, Sawyer can’t sneeze without my parents giggling like it’s the cutest shit ever. Now, Bailey’s super competitive. You should just be aware of her mental fuckups because you take things too personally.”
When Cooper ran his thumb along the arch of my foot, I moaned. Smiling softly, he continued both the massage and talking about Bailey.
“Even with the competitive shit, she’s a good friend. Loyal as long as she gets to be queen bee. She’ll pick you up in the middle of the night, hold your hair while you puke, punch a guy for treating you bad. She’s cool, but don’t show up looking prettier than her or she’ll claw out your eyes.”
Sharing his smile, I felt my eyes drooping. “How many kids are in your family?”