Cooper (Wild Boys After Dark, #4)(17)
“Oh, yes,” she said, then took him in deep again. “So good.” The sting of pain at her scalp made her want him even more as he guided her efforts.
“Suck harder. Ah, yes,” he hissed. “Swallow, open your throat to me. Let me f*ck your mouth even deeper.”
She did. She’d do anything for him. Lost in his pleasure, and her own, she barely heard his words as he said, “That’s it, sweetheart. Cup my balls.”
She submitted to his request, and then she drew back and licked his balls the way she knew he loved. His head tipped back and his arms went slack as she laved his sensitive sac, working his hard length with her hand. The unguarded look of exquisite pleasure on his face filled her soul. She ran her tongue from base to tip, and his eyes came open.
“I have to taste you,” he groaned. In one swift move, he shifted her onto her back, tore off her panties, and came down over her.
She wrapped her fingers around the root of his shaft and teased the tip as he brought his mouth between her legs. With the first slick of his tongue, her mind careened away. He pumped his hips, thrusting deeper into her mouth. His scent was thick and masculine, like sex and man wrapped up into one. His tongue moved inside her as his fingers played over her clit, sending lust thrumming through her. His beard scraped over her skin with every flick of his tongue. He did something with his fingers that sent a shock of ecstasy through her, and she couldn’t control her cry of delight. She felt the tug of an orgasm traveling to the base of her spine, coiling low in her belly and creeping up her thighs. She curled her toes under, staving it off as she worked his shaft with her hand and sucked him in deep, wanting them to come together. Just as the first clench of her climax claimed her, his hips pumped forward, and warm, salty liquid hit the back of her throat. Her hips bucked, his cock thrust deeper with each swallow, and Cici’s body hummed with the most intense orgasm she’d had in years.
Chapter Seven
COOPER GATHERED CICI in his arms and held her close. His heart was full, his body sated, but his mind needed release. He’d never been someone who needed to relieve himself of his thoughts or relive the past, but he’d changed so much since Jackson and Erica had gotten engaged that he felt like a snake that had shed half its skin. He still had a ways to go, but with that shedding came the painful truth about the man he’d been over the past few years and the realization of what he’d been hiding from. He still didn’t have that part completely figured out, but if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that the woman in his arms was the only one he wanted—in his life and in his bed. And the only way he’d ever have that was to put it all out on the table. The good, the bad, and the embarrassing.
He turned her so they were nose to nose and pressed his lips to hers. The scent of their lovemaking mingled with the unique scent of Cici, stirring his emotions again. The unfamiliar feelings made his chest grow tight? and in the back of his mind was the man he’d been for so long—the one who wanted to hide from those feelings, bury them in meaningless sex and too many hours at work. But this time his heart reared its beautiful head and overpowered that fear.
Thank f*cking God.
He brushed Cici’s hair over her shoulder and ran his fingers along the curve of her hip. He’d always loved her body, but now she was more curvaceous and womanly. She felt more real, and he loved that even more. “You still with me, sweetheart?”
“Mm.” Her eyes were closed, and the sated smile of a satisfied lover tugged at her lips.
“You promised me we would talk.” He knew he was pushing her, but he needed to clear the air.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she pressed her lips to his. “I thought guys hated talking.”
“With women they don’t care about, they do. With you, I want everything.” He kissed her again. “Talking.” He kissed her cheek. “Loving.” He kissed her other cheek. “Touching.” He kissed her forehead. “Everything.”
She rolled onto her back and laid her forearm over her eyes. “Maybe we should shower and dress? In case our talk doesn’t go well? So there’s no awkward finding of clothes or running out of the room naked?”
He lowered her arm so he could see her eyes. “Do you have that little faith in me?”
She sighed, and her pretty brows drew together in a painful reminder of their reality. His chest tightened, because why should she have faith in him? He’d left her high and dry, seemingly forgotten, though that wasn’t what had happened at all. Christ, this was a hard place to be, but Cooper was done running. Running hadn’t gotten him anything more than layers of self-loathing that he might never shed.
“I think we should talk naked,” he finally answered. “It’s harder to hide if I’m vulnerable, and I don’t want to hide anything from you.”
She nodded, a serious look hovering in her baby blues. “Where do we start?”
“I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve ever tried to talk about my past other than last night.”
“Ever?” Her eyes widened.
“Ever.” He stroked her cheek, needing the connection. “You need to understand, after the attack, I really lost it. I was angry, belligerent, aggressive. My father’s death, my mom’s…” He paused at the tears stinging his eyes and the lump quickly filling his throat. A piercing pain shot through his chest, and he forced himself to continue explaining. “She was in the hospital for weeks. Savagely beaten. Her face…” He looked up at the ceiling to stave off tears of anger and sadness. “Her beautiful face was so swollen, her eyes bandaged, and still—” Tears burned down his cheeks. “Still she was worried about us. She’d lost her husband, her sight, and everything she asked was about her sons. Were we okay? Did we want to talk? Was Logan losing his mind?”