Cooper (Wild Boys After Dark, #4)(8)
“Cooper—”
The urgency in her voice brought his eyes to hers. “Sorry. Too fast?”
“No,” she said softly. “I just…” She splayed her hand across her stomach again. “It’s been a long time for me.”
“We’ll go slow, sweetheart.” He kissed her again, feeling tension that hadn’t been there a moment before. “You’re more beautiful than any woman I know. You don’t have to be shy with me. Let me love you.”
He led her to the bed and lowered her onto her back. Coming down over her, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, then dragged his tongue over her lower lip.
“Close your eyes, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
She closed her eyes, and he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed each of her fingers, then gently placed her hand above her head. He kissed the fingers of her other hand, loving the way her pulse quickened as he ran his tongue over her wrist before placing that hand beside the other. Her lips parted, and he kissed his way down her arms and across her shoulders. She writhed beneath him, lifting her hips but never moving her hands to grab him, and he knew she was remembering the nights they’d done this so long ago. Only then they’d had silky ribbons to keep her hands in place. Now it was her sheer will, and he loved that even more.
He stroked his tongue languidly over the hollow of her neck, earning him another sexy moan, then dragged his tongue down the center of her chest. Pressing his hands to the sides of her breasts, he pushed them together and loved their eager tips with his mouth. He grazed them with his teeth, causing her hips to buck off the mattress. He reached down with one hand and lifted her thigh. She took the hint, lifting the other and spreading her legs wide to accommodate the press of his hard length against the damp material at her center. She was so incredibly gorgeous, so trusting of him after all this time, that for now he let himself believe this could last, that she’d forgive him, even though he wasn’t that stupid. He knew he had miles to go to win her trust. For now, though, he’d soak in her pleasure.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he whispered as he stepped from the bed and stripped from his briefs, then grabbed his wallet and tossed a condom onto the bed beside her.
He pressed his palms to the insides of her thighs and kissed his way up her sensitive skin to the damp material between her legs. She moaned, arching to meet his tongue as he kissed her inner thigh and stroked over the dampness with his thumb. He dragged his tongue along the edge of her panties, remembering how much she loved to hear him talk dirty to her.
“Your scent is intoxicating.” He ran his tongue along the lace edge, following the wet path with his thumb.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” He kissed her navel, then swirled his tongue around and into the dip.
“Cooper,” she pleaded, eyes still closed, hands fisting in the sheet above her head.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, hoping she would. He slid a finger beneath the edge of her panties, passing lightly over her swollen sex. “Is this what you want?”
She moaned, and he slid his tongue beneath the same piece of lace, stroking over her hot, wet center.
“So sweet. So good. Tell me, Ceese.”
“Yes, God, yes. Lick me.” She panted as he moved up her body, pressing his erection against her wet panties and taking her in a punishing, rough kiss, just the way he knew she loved it. His hips moved at the same eager pace as his tongue. Her body trembled beneath him.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He moved lower again, sucking her taut nipple into his mouth as he shifted his weight and slid his hand beneath her panties, sinking his fingers into her wet heat. “Touching you again. Fuck, Ceese, you feel so good.”
She arched against his hand as he stroked over her clit with his thumb, loving the way it swelled, and she rocked her hips to meet his efforts. Her breathing quickened, her body trembled and arched against his hand and mouth, as he kept her at the edge of release.
“Open your eyes, Ceese.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and her brows pinched together.
“I love you so damn much.” He knew she needed release, and with a flick of his finger, he took her there.
Her mouth fell open and her head tipped back as his name sailed off her lips. She fisted her hands in the mattress above her head. He’d always loved the way she didn’t move her hands until he gave her the okay, wanting the torture as much as he did.
“Touch me,” he said before capturing her cries in his mouth.
Her nails claimed his back, grasping for purchase. Her inner muscles tightened around his fingers, and he kissed her possessively, drinking in every pulse, every thrust of her hips, and every greedy moan.
“Ohmygod,” she panted out, still clinging to him. “I forgot how good you were at that.”
“Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”
“Ohmygod,” she rasped.
“Cooper, the name’s Cooper,” he teased, kissing his way down her torso again, over the swell of her hips, and dragged her panties down with his teeth. She giggled as he tossed them across the room.
“I’ve missed your laugh,” he said before settling his mouth between her legs and laving his tongue over her sensitive flesh. “And your taste.”
She fisted her hands on the sheets beside her as he brought his mouth to her again.