Valentine's Day Post 4

“Coop,” I said slowly. “Why’d you kiss me?”

I studied his face, the way his lips parted. “Why? Did you like it?” He smirked.

“Yes.”

His eyes widened. Had I actually shocked him?

I don’t know why but I had. Somehow the room felt hotter. I caught those golden eyes of his. Felt him come closer, like a moth to a flame.

He took another step. I could feel him. It was like a heat radiated off of him, made me want him. I reached out a hand. His skin singed under my touch. God, I wanted him.

“Coop,” I whispered, the words barely escaped before his burning lips pressed against mine. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to. All I wanted in that moment was him. His lips found my neck, fiery kisses that left me wanting more and more. The backs of my legs pressed against the edge of the bed. I was on it a second later, Coop on top of me, but I barely registered. My shirt was up and over my head. Heat surged inside me. A desire I couldn’t quench. Coop’s shirt was off now, tossed in a corner. His hard muscles felt like fire beneath my icy fingers.

Someone rapt against the door. Just like that the fire in me died, like someone had just thrown water onto it.

“Alex, honey,” my mother said through the door. “Sam is here to see you.” Ice washed over me. I blinked, Coop’s eyes were bronze. I was topless. Crap. Least I wasn’t braless.