Cooper (Wild Boys After Dark, #4)(16)
He pulled back abruptly, his eyes dark and narrow. “You like me because I’m hot?” The edge of his mouth tipped up in a devilish grin. “I’m more than a piece of meat.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” She pulled at the button on his jeans.
He gripped her wrist and held it tight. “Cici, you do that, talking goes out the window.”
She lowered her hand and stroked over his erection, then flicked his lower lip with her tongue and said, “You mean you’d rather have my mouth talking than…”
“Fuck, Ceese. What do you think?” He still held her wrist in one hand. With the other he clutched her ass and pressed her body to his. “I can’t even believe I’m going to say this, but what I want more than to see your lips stretched around my cock is to know that we’ve talked through everything and your heart belongs to me again. I need to know you trust me.”
Her insides tumbled, making it hard to find her voice. “Cooper.” His name came out as a ragged whisper. “That’s so…” Romantic. Hot. Ohmygod. She pressed her lips to his, unable to find the right words to express how much what he’d said meant to her.
“I don’t want to mess this up again,” he said between kisses. “After four years of living in the dark, my eyes are wide open. I want to give you all that you deserve. The truth. Answers. Whatever you want and whatever you need.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. “You have no idea how you affect me. Even back then, everything you said felt like it came from the depths of your soul. If I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be in my room with your hand on my ass.” She wrenched her wrist from his grip and palmed his erection. “Let me love you like you loved me, and then, when four years of pent-up desire is spent, we can talk.”
He grabbed her cheeks and crashed his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss that stole the last of her control. She tore her lips away and yanked at his jeans, tugging them down his powerful thighs. He had a body built for a fight—hard and broad—and a cock made for loving—rigid and thick. With what she hoped was a seductive smile, she pushed at his chest, and he stumbled backward, landing on the bed with a laugh. She tugged off his shoes, keeping her eyes on his, then stripped his jeans and briefs off and tossed them away.
“Shirt off,” she commanded.
With one strong arm, he pulled his shirt over his head. He reached for her, and she shook her head. She was still fully clothed, and she loved having him at her mercy. Then again, she remembered just how much he’d enjoyed this particular game, too.
She turned off the lights, not quite ready to expose her beloved, hard-earned stretch marks. Moonlight streaked through the dark room. She turned on the radio, already feeling naked beneath his hungry gaze. She swayed her hips to the music as she stripped off her shirt and shimmied out of her jeans, which left her in black lace panties and bra.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
He reached for her and she shook her head, her long hair falling in front of her eyes as she moved between his legs. Her pulse raced. Cooper was the only man she’d ever stripped for, and she had no idea where this boldness was coming from, but it felt natural to give herself over to him. It always had. She was a good ten pounds heavier than she’d been at twenty-two, but the look of desire in his eyes, and the way he trailed her every move, made her feel confident and beautiful. He’d always made her feel that way, made her believe she really was beautiful.
She nudged his legs apart and crawled up the bed, until her knees hit his inner thighs. Pressing her lips to his chest, she trailed kisses over each hard pec, dragging her tongue across his nipples, then kissed her way down his tanned and toned abs, feeling the tip of his erection rub against her belly.
“Cici.” He reached for her again, but she continued moving south, until her mouth hovered over his impressive cock.
She met his gaze, and a flare of desire sprang into his eyes, spurring her on. She ran her tongue along his rigid length, lingering on the wide crown. Stroking her tongue over the sensitive glans, she fisted her hand around his thick shaft and lowered her mouth over him, earning herself a guttural moan. He arched his hips with every stroke of her hand. His hands fisted in the sheets, and she knew he was holding back from grabbing her hair the way he used to. She appreciated his consideration, but she wanted him. All of him. She wanted naughty Cooper tonight, not careful Cooper, and she didn’t care if that wasn’t the smartest decision in the world. Her daughter was being cared for safely by her sister, and the only man she’d ever wanted, ever loved, was right here with her, asking her to talk. Men didn’t like to talk—even she knew that. But Cooper? Cooper had always been different, felt things more deeply, treasured their conversations. Tonight she wanted to be his, and she wanted him to be hers. Tonight the mother in her was set aside. Tonight she was a desirable, lust-filled woman, and she wasn’t going to let one speck of guilt ruin that.
She lifted her eyes to him and licked circles over the tip of his erection.
“Show me, Cooper. Touch me. Take me where you want to go.” A thrill rushed through her at the heady sound of her own voice, but it was the moan of desire rumbling through his chest that made all her best parts tingle and burn.
He pushed up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and as she lowered her mouth to him again, he tangled his hands in her hair. Tight.