Cooper (Wild Boys After Dark, #4)(9)

“Cooper,” she pleaded. “I need more.”

He reached for her hands and placed them on his shoulders. She dug her nails into his skin, and the exquisite pain made his cock throb. He loved her with his tongue and used his thumb on her swollen clit. Her nails cut deeper and her knees fell open wider as her hips rose against his mouth.

“I could devour you all night long,” he said against her swollen flesh. “You’re so f*cking wet. So ready for me. Come for me again, Ceese.” He moved his wet finger to the puckered skin between her cheeks and she pushed against him with another needful moan. “Oh, my sweetheart still loves this.”

He pushed his finger past her tight rim of muscles and brought his mouth to her again, taking her right over the edge. Her cry of pleasure was so loud he was sure someone would bang on the walls to complain, but he kept her there, using his fingers in her ass and his mouth on her sweet center, and when her breathing began to calm, he trapped her clit between his teeth and sucked, taking her over the edge again.

“Cooper! Now, please. I can’t take it,” she pleaded as he drew back and tore open the condom with his teeth, quickly sheathing his rigid length.

Perched above her, he gazed deeply into her eyes and knew, without a shadow of doubt, that everything he ever wanted was right there in that room.

He lowered his lips to hers, and their bodies came together in one deep thrust. They both stilled, and he touched his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.

“God, Ceese. It feels like the first time.”

“Better,” she whispered.

His eyes opened, and her smile filled him with hope. Her hands skimmed over his sides and came to rest on his ass, urging him to move. He laughed under his breath.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” he teased.

She reached a hand around his neck and pulled his face in close. “It’s been four years. I think I’ve been more than patient.”





Chapter Four


SATURDAY MORNING CICI checked her outfit one last time. Luckily, taking photos of a film festival didn’t require heels or a good night’s sleep. Her T-shirt and jeans would do just fine. She glanced at the reflection of the bed in the mirror and shivered. She could still feel Cooper’s strong hands on her, in her. She couldn’t believe she’d allowed herself to fall into his arms so easily, and she knew she should feel guilty, but she didn’t. She was a little mad at herself, but guilt didn’t play into that. After four long years, she’d enjoyed every single second of being with him. Even so, anger lingered just beneath the surface.

Annoyance, not anger.

Yes, that was it. How could she be angry at herself when she’d wanted him from the very first glance? When their bodies remembered exactly what to do, and how good it felt, as if they’d just made love yesterday? How could she be angry when he’d loved her so well until three in the morning?

Yes, annoyed was what she was, at herself? for not holding Cooper’s back to the wall and demanding a full, detailed explanation. Although, even though she may not fully understand what he went through, she’d seen the weight of his confession in his eyes, felt it in every word he’d spoken.

Still. Four years was way too long to go without any communication. She shouldn’t have been so easy, but he’d felt so good, and it had felt so right to be back in his arms again. When he’d left her in the wee hours of the morning, with a kiss and a promise of dinner tonight, a pang of hurt shot through her—it was the same look he’d given her the day they’d said goodbye four years ago. The look that said the hours they’d be apart would practically kill him. She’d had a fleeting moment of panic, and she’d had to fight hard to reject it, reminding herself that she had a life—and a daughter. She was no longer going to hang on his every word or wait around for him—or anyone else, for that matter. Her life was complete. Even if a bit lonely.

She called Tegan to say good morning to Melody, knowing she’d be busy the whole day with the film festival. And hopefully the whole night, with Cooper.

Stop it! God. She was so weak where he was concerned. Annoyed. She had to remember to be annoyed with herself, despite the vibration thrumming through her at the thought of seeing him again.

“So? Did you take my advice?” Tegan asked quietly, letting Cici know Melody was in the room.

“Um…Yes.” She felt her cheeks flush.

“No way!” Tegan nearly shouted. “Really? I want details!”

“Teg, you’re not going to want them, trust me.” She wasn’t about to lie to her sister, but she wasn’t thrilled about sharing the details of her night with her, either. She knew Tegan would be pissed, but Tegan was the only one who knew how much she loved Cooper. Even if she didn’t really want to hear her sister’s two cents on the matter, she knew she needed to, to bring her down to earth.

“Why?” Tegan was whispering again. “Was he really bad in bed?”

Cici laughed. “Definitely not. He was deliciously good in bed, in the shower, on the dresser.”

Tegan squealed, and Cici heard Melody chime in with, “What’s so happy, Aunt Tegan?” Tegan’s voice went serious as she answered Melody. “Mommy got a really good picture yesterday. I’m going to get some juice from the kitchen. Would you like some?” Melody said, “No, thank you,” and Tegan whispered into the phone, “I’m going straight to hell for lying to her. Okay, I’m in the kitchen. Fill me in.”