Say You Won't Let Go Google(14)

My eyes meet his, and he grins as if he can read my thoughts.

“Kiss me,” I request.

Cooper moves instantly. His lips are against mine, and I drop my hands to his waist, hooking my fingers in the belt loop of his jeans, pulling him back on to the bed. He moves his hand down, slowly tracing the profile of my body. “Emily,” he rasps in my ear. “Are you sure?”

I’m not sure of a lot of things, but I’m one hundred percent certain if we stop, I’ll explode. All I can think about is this: there are no answers in life on if this will work. Nothing comes with a guarantee, but we have now. I know him. I know who he is, and he’s a good man. He isn’t some asshole who will use me and that’s it.

I tug a little harder. “I’m sure that I want you. I’m sure that you get on a plane back to Bell Buckle in a few days and I don’t know when I’ll be home. More than anything, I’m sure I’ll regret not bein’ with you for the rest of my life if we stop. So, yes, I’m sure. I want this, Cooper.”

He studies me for a second as he rubs his thumb across the skin on my belly. “I’m going to make sure you remember tonight.”

I have no doubt about that.

Cooper’s lips are against mine again, and he flips me on top of him. I straddle his body and lean up. He lifts my shirt off, exposing my breasts and pulling me to his mouth. My head falls back as he licks and sucks my nipple. I groan loudly as he moves to the other side and lavishes my breast. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him in place.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. My body seems to be hyper aware of the loving it’s been lacking. Either that or Cooper is just that good.

He flips me on my back so quickly that I squeak.

“Coop,” I moan as I squirm beneath him.

His hands glide down my sides, removing my shorts, taking my panties with them. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

I close my eyes, relishing his compliment. I hadn’t realized until just now how much I wanted his praise or just how thoroughly he’s turning me inside out. Not once have I ever cared what a man thought of me. Sure, I work hard at keeping fit, but I also love wine and candy. However, knowing that Cooper likes what he sees causes a rush of heat to flood my body.

My back bows when he bends forward, kissing his way down my body. I close my eyes and try to get my rapid breathing under control, but it’s useless. He doesn’t waste a second. He runs his tongue against my clit, and I fist the sheet. “Cooper.”

He repeats the motion, and I squirm. Then he takes my legs and throws them over his shoulders and begins to draw more pleasure from me than anyone ever has. His tongue circles and flicks the bud, making me shift and thrash beneath him.

I climb toward an orgasm, praying I can hold off because this feels incredible. I never want this to end, but I can’t hold back. He sucks my clit in his mouth and slides a finger inside me, causing me to fall over the cliff. I scream and grip his head as I continue to plummet into the depths of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

Cooper leans up with a shit-eating grin, and I try to catch my breath. He doesn’t give me a second.

His lips are against mine, kissing me hard, forcing me to taste myself on his mouth.

I kiss him back, using my hands to push him up. If we only have tonight, I want to make sure it’s something neither of us forgets. I fumble with his belt and button and then slide his pants and boxers off, freeing his impressive length.

My hand grips his cock, and I begin to pump. His green eyes lock on mine before his lids shut. “Fuck, Em.”

“Get on your back,” I request.

Cooper lies down, and my lips move to his ear. “I’m pretty sure you won’t be the only one makin’ memories.”

He moves and takes my face in his hands. “You’re going to fuckin’ kill me.” Cooper doesn’t give me a second to respond. His mouth presses to mine, and he gives me a searing kiss. It’s rough, desperate, and filled with the promise of what’s to come.

My hand wraps around him, and he moans in my mouth. I want to hear all the sounds he’ll make. I want to make sure that Cooper Townsend never forgets what we share here. I need to know that when he’s gone, he’ll think of me.

I break away from his mouth and make my way down his chest, looking up at him with a coy smile.

Cooper grins and shakes his head. “I hope you’re ready for a long night, darlin’.”

I smirk. “I hope you’re up for it, cowboy.”

“Oh, I’m definitely up for it.”

I look down at his rock-hard erection and then back to him. “Yes, yes you are.”

I kiss his stomach and run my tongue along the rim of his cock, loving the hissing sound that escapes his lips.

I do it again before taking him in my mouth.

Now it’s my turn to make Cooper squirm.

I suck, lick, and bob my head as he moans and grunts. Cooper rests his hand on the top of my head and grips my hair gently. It spurs me on more. I love knowing I’m doing this to him. That I’m drawing this from his body.

“Fuck, Emily!”

He moves fast, and before I know it, I’m on my back and he’s braced over me. Cooper’s lips find mine, and I ache for him.

I’ve never been like this. Never have I had this insane deep need within my body for a man. Cooper pulls back and his eyes meet mine. I see the depths in those emerald eyes. The emotions swimming around that tell me he’s feeling it, too.