Intercepting Love (Second Chances #5)(64)

My hands paused on the champagne bottle while I watched her walk toward me with a sly tilt to her shiny red lips. She knew what she was doing … and so did my cock when all of the blood decided to rush to its aid.

“Is that new?” I asked, gazing up and down her smooth bare skin. “Because you didn’t wear that one when we had our little pool rehab session.”

She snickered and reached around me, grazing her breasts against my chest as she grabbed the champagne bottle. Uncorking it, she poured me and her both a glass and smiled. “No, it’s not new. I just never felt comfortable wearing it until now. I’ve always been a little too modest, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I like to wear sexy things and I know I have the body for it, it’s just I don’t like to flaunt it.” She took a sip of her champagne and slightly opened her lips, grinning seductively. “But you know, I don’t mind doing sexy things for you.”

“Really?” I growled. “Like what?”

Licking her lips, she traced her tongue along the rim of her glass and took another long sip. “You’ll see.”

With her lips wet from the bubbly liquid in her glass, I lowered my mouth to hers and tasted her, sucking the remnants of the champagne from her bottom lip.

“You know,” I began, murmuring across her lips, “one of the things I love about you is that you take care of yourself. You don’t have to show off your body so people know how sexy you are. A woman who respects herself is sexy as hell. However, I must admit … there’s nothing wrong with a dirty girl from time to time.”

She finished the rest of her champagne and held out her glass for more. “A dirty girl, huh? Give me a couple more glasses of champagne and I’ll get down and dirty for you. Now that things are finally getting better, I feel like I should celebrate by doing something I’ve never done before. You up for it?”

My cock throbbed in anticipation; I was definitely up for it.

Taking her hand, I put it on my shorts so she could feel how hard she’d just made me. Kate bit her lip and smiled. “Okay, I tell you what. Go have a seat on the couch and I’ll be right there.”

When I tried to take the champagne bottle, she shook her head and took it. “You’ll get more of it, but the next time you take a sip it’ll be off my body. Now go,” she commanded.

Once I sat on the couch, my dick was so hard it f*cking ached. Kate came back in and set the bottle of champagne on the table beside me before plugging in the iPod dock across the room. She scrolled through her phone and set it in its place, keeping her back to me the whole time. Her body began to move, gracefully and seductively, as a song started to play over the speakers; the song was none other than “Pony” by Ginuwine.

“I thought you said you couldn’t dance,” I groaned as she straddled my waist, thrusting her hips up and down my cock.

Grabbing her breasts, she squeezed them hard and pinched her nipples while throwing her head back, moaning. “Correction,” she breathed, her body trembling. “I can dance, I just don’t do it in front of people … only you.”

“Well, then I guess I’m lucky.”

Her body moved perfectly to the music and all I wanted to do was hold her down on top of me and plunge inside of her. She untied her bathing suit top, and as soon as her breasts fell out, I wrapped my lips around one and sucked … hard.

I looked up at her biting her lip, her eyes glassy and heated. “Are you thirsty?” she asked breathlessly.

Hell yeah, I was. Her nipples tasted sweet like the apples she always smelled of. I could suck every inch of her body and never get enough. That was how bad my addiction to her was.

“I’m always thirsty for you, love.”

“Then open your mouth,” she commanded.

She took the bottle of champagne and held it over my lips while I sucked it down in gulps. “Why don’t you pour it over your tits and let me drink it that way?”

Smiling wickedly, she leaned back and tilted the bottle to where it only trickled down her chest. It flowed over her nipples at just the right amount for me to suck it down perfectly. “How does that feel?” I asked. “I’ve always heard that champagne makes the nipples tingle and heightens pleasure. Is it true?”

“Oh, yes,” she agreed. “We definitely need to do it again in the future.”

“We can do it as much as you like, love.”

The song still played, enticing me with its tune and words. All I wanted was for her to ride me as hard and as fast as she could, and to feel her glide across my cock with how wet she was. I could feel the heat between her legs through my shorts, and how drenched she was when she allowed me to graze my fingers through the edge of her bottoms.

“Pull your shorts down a bit,” she murmured. Slowly, she untied her bottoms on both sides and pulled them off while I slid my shorts down as far as they could go.

Rubbing her slick heat across my cock, her swollen clit made my mouth water and I wanted so f*cking bad to throw her down on the couch and f*ck her with my tongue. It was almost like an animal instinct inside of me that wanted to claim her … possess her. I had never felt this way about any woman, not even Claire when she was the only woman in my life for so long.

“I want you to make love to me, Cooper,” she moaned.

Taking her face firmly in my hands, I pressed a hard kiss to her lips and held her tight. “I will do whatever you want me to, love.”