Reaching down, I press my thumb to her clit and begin to rub softly.
“I don’t know if I can come again,” she protests, but she doesn’t push me away, and I keep rubbing.
“Come for me, Bailey. I want to feel you explode around my dick.”
“More,” she begs, and I rub her harder, faster. Her body tightens and she closes her eyes again and opens her mouth, but no sound comes out.
Then her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave and I’m right behind her.
We come together, exhausted, relieved, sated. Our orgasms sweep over us and for just that moment, our worlds are in perfect harmony. We’re blissful, we’re content.
I feel good with Bailey, comfortable, safe. I feel at home with her.
I hop up and dispose of the condom, then come back to the bed and wrap my arms around her. We kiss for a few more minutes, then Bailey falls asleep in my arms, and the world is peaceful, as it should be.
Chapter 6
Bailey
At dance class the next day, all I can think about is Cooper.
Kasey and I are taking Haley’s level 2 pole class and I miss every single spin because when I move, I see his face. I feel his touch. I hear his voice.
“Get it together,” Kasey hisses at me. Her voice sounds mean, but when I turn to look at her, she’s grinning.
She’s not upset.
She’s just amused.
Rolling my eyes, I square my shoulders and try once more to focus. Gripping the pole tightly, I walk around it. I keep my toes pointed with each step, then swing my outer leg in a big swoop to propel my body around the pole.
“That was perfect!” Haley squeals from the front of the class. “Try it again! Let everyone see!”
Blushing, I repeat the move, and this time there are murmurs of appreciation throughout the class.
“No thanks to you,” I mutter to Kasey, but she just laughs.
“Once you have your head in the game, you’re a pretty good dancer,” she confirms.
“Thanks. I think.”
We repeat the moves a few more times, then Haley puts on a slow, sexy song and we stretch together as a class. The entire time, my thoughts are centered on Cooper.
Where is he?
What’s he doing?
Is he thinking of me?
It’s way too soon in our relationship, or whatever it is, to be thinking like this, but I can’t help myself. There’s something about Cooper that makes me feel wild and free and whole.
There’s something about him that makes me feel like somehow, everything is going to be okay.
After dancing, Kasey and I head home to shower and change. I have an afternoon class to go to before work. Cooper told me he won’t be able to check his phone while he’s at work, so I don’t bother checking for a text. I know enough about military life to know that some jobs are in secure bui
ldings where cell phones aren’t allowed.
Unfortunately, I also realize that if we’re going to pursue a relationship, this means there will be a lot I’m not privy to.