Move (Club Kitten Dancers #1)(7)

“I was thinking I wish you would f*ck me or let your friend do it,” she says. Her lips are so close to mine I can smell her cherry lip gloss.

“What time do you get off work?” I ask.

“Eleven.”

“Meet me outside.”

“Fine.”

She releases me then and smiles. It’s a satisfied, smug, full-of-herself smile and I love it. My heart is racing a million beats per minute, but I love it.

What the hell just happened here?

Seriously, if this isn’t love, I don’t know what is. I’ve been with a few girls before, but none of them were anything like her. None of them were so forward, so blunt, so honest about what they wanted.

I can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen when she gets off work. Part of me thinks there’s no way in hell she’s serious, but there’s something mischievous in her eyes and I want to find out what.

We wait for our coffee in silence, then Jason and I take our drinks and leave.

“Um, so I guess you should take me back to my car,” he offers helpfully.

I just laugh.

“Yeah. I guess I should.”

***

I’m leaning against my car smoking when she comes out.

“Those are bad for you,” Bailey plucks the cigarette from my hand and tosses it to the ground. Before I can protest, she pushes me against the car and presses her lips to mine.

Oh, f*ck yeah. It’s on.

For someone who’s being completely aggressive, she kisses me softly, almost tentatively. Suddenly, I get the feeling she doesn’t have a lot of sexual experience, but we’re going to change all of that.

I flip us so her back is against the car and I’m the one kissing her, and Bailey moans.

“Are you always this excitable, spitfire?” I ask.

She giggles. She f*cking giggles in the middle of the kiss and it’s the best damn sound I’ve ever heard.

“You might say it’s been a crazy week,” she whispers, and I kiss her more.

Finally, I pull back and just look at her. She’s got light brown hair that falls past her shoulders and these bright, beautiful eyes that are practically glowing in the moonlight.

“Where should we go?” I ask her.

Bailey shrugs and looks around. The parking lot is deserted. It’s just the two of us and a couple of parking lot lamps.

“I live on base,” I tell her. “In the dorms,” I add with a cringe. It’s not my first choice, but it’s required until I get promoted. All the young single kids have to live in the dorms whether we like it or not.

“My apartment is close. Drive me?”

“Of course.”

We get in the car and Bailey places her hand on my leg. She gives me directions and talks about herself as we drive over.

“I have a roommate, but she’s out tonight with some guy. She won’t be back until late.”

“How long have you guys lived together?”

“All year. Her old roomie left and she needed someone to split the rent with.”

“Nice of you.”

“I’m a nice girl. What did you say your name was again?”

“Cooper.”

“First or last?”

“First. Last is Lance.”

“Your name is Cooper Lance?”

“The only one I have, ma’am.”

“That’s a horrible name.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Bailey peeks over at me.

“Are you always so polite with girls you’re taking home?”

“Can’t say I take many girls home, but I do try to be nice.”

“My mom would love you.”

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

“No way. She’ll try to steal you away.”

“Is that so?” Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow, and Bailey rolls her eyes.

“Something like that.”

“Sounds like you’ve had experience with this before.”

“You don’t want to know. Turn left here.”





Chapter 4


Bailey



“Do you want a drink?”

Cooper is standing awkwardly in the middle of my living room and I’m wondering, not for the first time, if this is a horrible idea.

I’ve never been so forward with a guy before, but I’ve been pining over Cooper for days. I didn’t expect him to just appear at my job, but he did. He just walked in like he owned and the place and I was filled with need, with desire.

I realized it was now or never and I wanted – needed – to take that chance.

I’ve spent a lot of my life being the good girl, but I’m ready to move past that, now. I’m ready to be a little wild, a little reckless, and a little free.

I’m ready to move.

“I don’t need one,” he says to my surprise. I saw him smoking outside, and while I didn’t really mind, I wanted to get the cigarette out of the way so I could start kissing him.

I needed to kiss him.

The idea that he doesn’t drink when I know he’s a smoker is strange to me. Don’t those usually go hand-in-hand? I’m not much of a smoker unless I’m drinking. Then all bets are off. Kasey keeps a pack of cigarettes in the freezer for the nights when I’m super drunk and just need to smoke something.