Page 14 of Hooking the Captain
His eyes widened. “Really?”
I nodded.
“Do you happen to know Professor Hayden Foster? He’s a friend of mine.”
While I’d recognized Coop from the charity event where Professor Foster had been the photographer, I had no idea the two of them were friends. That information only further complicated things. Or at least it would if he ever found out what I wasn’t telling him.
Not wanting to risk Coop hating me for what I’d done to the professor, I nodded again and answered him as truthfully as I could without giving too much away.
“I wasn’t in his class, but he was the photographer at my fraternity’s charity event.”
“The softball game?”
I nodded.
“I was there too.” He grinned.
“Yeah, I know.” I cringed. “I recognized you last night.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You did? Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
I shrugged and stared out the windshield, not able to meet his stare. “I don’t know. Like I said at the bar, the last few months have been shitty, and stuff that happened at school was a big part of it.”
“That sounds really tough. What happened?”
I shook my head. “Nothing that I’m proud of.”
“That’s pretty vague.”
“I know. I promise I’m not trying to be an ass by not telling you; it’s just some shit I need to deal with eventually.” Not only was I dealing with my own hurt and guilt over what happened between Tyler and me, but I also felt guilty for not telling Coop in fear I would ruin things between us before we even had a chance to see where they might lead.
He reached over and placed his hand on top of mine. “I don’t think you’re being an ass. We all have stuff we need to handle in our own way.”
“Are you mad I didn’t say anything last night?”
He smiled. “Nah. Maybe I should be, but I kind of enjoyed being Coop, the guy you met at the bar, rather than Emmett Cooper, the hockey player.”
“I like Coop, the guy I met at the bar.”
As we stared at each other, the atmosphere changed, and we began inching closer together. His hand was still on mine, so I laced my fingers with his and pulled him toward me. My lips pressed against his, and the soft touch sent tingles down my spine.
He slowly wrapped his free hand around the back of my head and deepened the kiss. Our tongues tangled together, and I moved my hands to his waist. He sucked in a breath and I pulled back a bit.
“Is this okay?” I asked, my fingers trailing toward the button of his jeans. The heat between us was palpable, but I didn’t want to keep going if he wasn’t as into it as I was.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I just …”
“What?” I prompted when he didn’t continue after several seconds.
“Nothing. You can keep going.” He smiled warmly.
I leaned over and kissed him again before moving down to his neck, trailing my lips along the curve of his jaw.
“Recline your seat,” I instructed, so I would have more room to maneuver.
He followed my directions, and his breathing quickened as I pushed his shirt up and ran the tip of my tongue along the ridges of his six-pack. I moved back to his pants, working the zipper to free his dick. He was long and thick, and my mouth watered in anticipation of getting to taste him.
With my hand wrapped around his silky-smooth shaft, I shifted closer to take him into my mouth. His hips bucked slightly, and he let out a groan. He tangled his fingers in my hair, and when I glanced up at him, his eyes were closed.
