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me.
    ‘My nipples…please, my nipples.’ I’m breathless. My words come out in gasps, begging.
    ‘I can see them. They’re pointed right at me, pushing through your dress. I bet they’re rubbing against your bra right now.’ And they are. Bloody tease . They’re abrading against lace that was once soft and delicate but is now barbed wire.
    ‘What do you want me to do with them, Samantha?’
    ‘Touch them,’ I manage to choke out. I can hardly think. All I want is the ache to go away, or stay and get better, or something.
    He brushes his thumbs against both tips, together, in a sweep that leaves them aching more than before he touched them. My groan elicits his cute crooked grin. It makes my knees weaken but gives me the sense to say, ‘Free them, suck them, taste them. Please.’
    He releases his stranglehold on my breasts almost before I finish speaking. He unzips my dress and it falls to a puddle around my feet. His hands are at my bra clasp. He fumbles and I almost scream with need and then one clasp, two, three. He’s deliberately making this tortuous. His eyes are dark but shining with laughter, or maybe the moonlight’s encouraging my imagination. Finally my breasts tumble from their prison. Cool air makes me start and then his hands close across the middle of each breast, covering the nipple with the heat of his palm. Arching my back, I press deeper into his hands. For a few moments, it’s heaven, and then he pulls away. A groan fills the air, followed by a deep chuckle. ‘Why did I think you weren’t interested?’
    My growl only makes him chuckle more.
    He cups my right breast in his hand, fingers closing on the nipple, tweaking and rolling it in his solid fingers. My head drops back, eyes rolling to the heavens as he plays. And before I can sigh my satisfaction, he closes his mouth on my left nipple. Oh, God, yes . Warm, wet, wonderful. I sigh and groan in one sound. My hand curves against the side of his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone, the edge of his eye, the curve of his ear. Fingers thread into his hair, massaging his scalp. My other hand is on his arm of steel, curling around muscles bunched tight and loosening as he moves.
    Holy hell . I’m meant to be seducing him so I’m more than some chick who puts out on day one. Hundreds of girls must fall for him. My competitive edge is honed sharp. I have to be better than every single one of them. I need a point of difference, and the point cannot be the nipples he’s feasting on.
    My hands skim down his chest, stomach and dart over his hips. Hanging onto his hip bones, my thumbs brace either side of his cock, then rub simultaneously along the shorts-covered length.
    His mouth pulls away from my breast. ‘Fuck, yes.’ His voice is a rumble slightly louder than the surf.
    The fingers of my right hand close around his cock while my left hand splays against his chest. A deep fluttering develops in my lower belly. I take a big gulp before I can speak. ‘Let me guess, Coop, you’d like the bed buddies to start right away?’ I give a flirty grin.
    ‘Hell yeah.’
    ‘Not going to happen.’
    He chuckles and leans in to capture my lips. I let them be caught, soaking up the fresh taste of him, leaning into his solid chest, stroking his strengthening cock. All the while, I keep a little bit of myself back, holding tightly to the tiniest shred of immune-to-caring-about-football-hunk.
    I ease my hold on his cock as the kiss lessens. Moving back from him gently until he releases my lips.
    ‘Ever had a girl walk away from you?’ I make sure my words are light, almost a jest, and the smile on my face is fun and flirty.
    He shakes his head. ‘Nope. I’ve pushed plenty away but once it’s on, it’s on.’
    I nod. ‘And no frigging wonder. You’re almost impossible to walk away from.’ I wait long enough for our gazes to meet, lock and darken. As I think he’s moving to capture me again, I grab my clothes, spin and dance a few steps down the