Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow
Chapter Five
Cooper
Fuck.
She looked good in the gym. High class pussy that I wanted to tap over and over. But now? Christ, one look and I know I might be in trouble.
I am standing by the entrance to the restaurant and I can’t be sure what alerts me to her presence. I only know I feel it. As if on autopilot, I have to turn around and when I do, I can do nothing but stare. Watch as this walking fantasy makes her way to me.
Christ on crutches, she looks like she was poured into those pants. They hug her lovingly, revealing and highlighting curves that I haven’t been able to get out of my mind since I first saw her.
She’s the complete package from head to toe. On that thought, my gaze drops down and I take in those shoes she’s wearing. Her toes peek out of them and once she’s in front of me I can tell they have little crystals on the tips.
Definitely high class.
It’s also definite that I’m going to fuck her with those shoes on.
“You look good, Jo,” I tell her.
“Uh… thanks,” she whispers, licking her lips nervously.
I’m a bastard, but I like that I make her nervous. I like that she can’t hide her reactions from me even more.
I take her hand and we make our way into the restaurant. She’s tense beside me, but she doesn’t pull her hand from my grasp.
That pleases me a hell of a lot.
Once they seat us, I catch Jo looking up at me from under her lashes, nervously fiddling with the water glass the waiter put in front of her.
“You don’t have to be nervous, babe. I won’t bite … at least not yet.”
Instantly, I am rewarded with her blush. She has to be completely innocent. No woman who knows anything about a man would color to that bright red—not that easily—from what I’ve just said.
“I know we don’t know each other yet, Cooper, but trust me when I tell you that you won’t get the chance to do anything with me.”
“I always did like a challenge, Jo. And trust me when I tell you that I don’t back down from one and when I take them on, I never lose.”
“Then I guess I’ll be your first,” she mutters, taking a drink of her water.
I’ll be her first.
I’ll be the only one who knows how wet and warm, how fucking tight she is between her thighs.
“Now here I was thinking that was going to be my line before the end of the night,” I tell her with a grin.
I catch her mid drink and she instantly starts coughing as water goes down the wrong way. Once she gets under control, her wide-eyed gaze centers on me in shock.
Oh, this is going to be fun…
