“It’s cause I’m your favorite, right?”
I grinned. “Totally.”
He blinked for a moment then whipped out his phone. “Could you say that again?”
We hung out while I put the video together. He sat next to me on the sofa, his legs stretching out and his feet on the new coffee table, our thighs fused together. With an arm around my shoulder, he watched avidly as I pieced the clips together.
“You’re really good at this,” he said.
“You don’t even know what I’m saying.” I teased.
“Maybe not, but I know what sexy sounds like.” He pointed to where I discussed the ingredients. “That right there is sexy.”
Elbowing him, I laughed even if my face flushed hot. He leaned a little closer and pressed a kiss right behind my ear. It sent another shiver through me and I tilted my head to the left. Another kiss, this time just below my ear.
“I survived two years of French cause I got to hear you talk,” Coop told me. “Practicing with you was the highlight of my homework.”
Goosebumps raced over my skin and I glanced at him. “Is that why you wanted me to tutor you all the time?”
“Oui, oui,” he whispered almost playfully.
How much had I really not noticed? “Was I that oblivious?”
With a groan, Coop clung to me, rubbing his cheek against my bare shoulder then pressing a kiss to it. “Frankie, you were blind, deaf, and dumb when it came to what we were trying to say.”
I turned that over in my head as he nuzzled kisses along my shoulder to where the strap of my tank top rested. Little shivers kept chasing through my system, one after the other. My nipples were so tight there was no way he could miss them. Not based on where he had his face. When he kissed the curve of my throat, I groaned.
“Coop, I have to finish this.”
“I’m not talking,” he said all innocence.
Bumping him with my shoulder, I mock frowned at him. “You’re very distracting.”
“So are you when you’re speaking French, but I’m not complaining.”
“Behave,” I scolded.
He raised his eyebrows. “Tell me to behave in French.”
So close I could lick across his lips if I wanted to, I whispered, “Tu dois te comporter.”
With a slow sigh, he nuzzled a kiss to my mouth, then turned my chin gently to the screen. “Finish your video.”
Instead of dialing down the tension, it only seemed to ramp up. I only had a couple more clips to put in order. Then a little smoothing. Slap an intro-card on it with some canned music. Then… I saved it and began the export.
“Done?” Coop hadn’t moved away, not even an inch. My stomach went tight and my thighs clenched. He still sounded like Coop and at the same time, his voice was lower, huskier and it was doing really crazy things to my system.
“Just waiting for it to finish compiling…”
“Awesome.” With care, he lifted the laptop off my bare legs and set it on the coffee table. Turning halfway on the sofa, he stared at me and I found myself trapped in his gaze. With light fingers, he trailed a caress down my arm. “How do you sayI want to kiss youin French?”
“J'ai besoin de t'embrasser.” It wasn’t the exact translation. He saidwantand I usedneed.Both applied.
Groaning lightly, he slid his hand back up to my nape. “Now, how do you saykiss me you fool?”
A giggle escaped me as he traced his thumb against my throat. Turning, I faced him and slid a hand along the denim of his thigh so I could get closer. “Embrasse moi, grand fou.”
Then his mouth closed on mine and it was my turn to groan. I already ached, wanting. The shivers turned to shudders and I had my arms around him. Instead of his lap, I was on my back and he eased between the cradle of my thighs as his mouth devoured mine.