Page 104 of This Time Around
“I’m letting you go, but you need to keep your hands where they are.”
“No way.I want to feel you.”
“You’ll get to.”He pressed my hands into the bed.“Deal?”
His self-control knew no bounds.If I didn’t agree, I risked the very real possibility he’d call this off.He had the control to do it.I, on the other hand, had lost all of mine.
“Yes.”I nodded frantically.“Deal.Please just touch me.”
I arched into him, ground my center against his thick length, silently pleading with him to take care ofme.He gave me a chaste kiss on my lips.
“I’ll touch you.”His hands went to the hem of my nightie, slowly, torturing me as he pressed it up the length of my body, over my stomach, pausing to brush his thumbs over my nipples where he swirled his tongue around the one he’d neglected earlier.“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured against my skin.
His voice was thick.
Mine had disappeared for anything more sensical than pants and pleas to hurry.
I arched my shoulders and lifted my hands when he moved farther up, sliding my nightgown off me and flung it off to the side.
His eyes went wide, soft and admiring as his hand drifted between my breasts, down my stomach, and settled lower, cupping my sex.I throbbed against his hot hand and rolled my hips.
His gaze never left mine.“You’re so damn beautiful.Sexy and alluring.”
My abs tightened with a quiet laugh.“Stop teasing me.”A finger pressed against my clit and then slid inside.“Oh shit.”
“You want me to stop?”His lips were curled up.I wanted to kiss them and slap away his smile.He pressed and pushed that finger inside of me, and added another.“I can stop.”
“No.”I shook my head, arching into him.I contracted muscles and pulled his fingers deeper.“Don’t stop.”
“Jesus, you’re so damn tight.”
He worked me slowly, one hand on the bed at my shoulders, but like we were tied together, needing that connection or unable to stop whatever started between us, our gazes held.I gaped at him, panting and moaning for more, while he brought me to the edge, teased me with a release.He watched every expression on my face until liquid fire spread from my thighs inward, to my center and ignited.
I pressed my hands to the bed coverings at my sides, clung to the sheets while he increased his speed, added a thumb to my clit, and I shattered into a thousand beautiful, jagged pieces beneath him.He leaned over me and swallowed the rest of my ecstatic cries with his mouth and his tongue all while his fingers worked me through the peak and beyond until my body shuddered and shivered beneath him.
Slowly, he removed his fingers and I gripped his biceps.“More,” I gasped.“I want you.”
He quirked an amused grin.“I was just getting a condom.”
“Right.Good idea.”
Was it okay to laugh during some of the best pre-sex you could remember?I didn’t know.I still couldn’t stop it.He pulled more than an orgasm from me when he touched me.He yanked away all my insecurities and uncertainties.In the days since Cooper had returned, and I’d told him everything, there was nothing between us except whatever we created.
I was honest with my fears and my guilt and my regrets.He was waiting for his finalized divorce papers to be delivered.
I planned on enjoying every moment I had with him until he left me, and even knowing it was coming, I couldn’t stop myself from falling.
This man in front of me, reaching for a condom, ripping open a packet and shaking his head at the messy pile of condoms in my nightstand drawer where he’d shoved them all the other night, was a man who entered my life when I didn’t want anyone around and he kicked down my walls and shattered my windows.
He was an unstoppable force.
And he was mine, for as long as I could possibly have him.
He came back to me, and my eyes fell to his hand wrapped around his length as he slid on the condom.I covered my hand with his because I couldn’tnottouch him, he was so beautiful.A sigh fell from my lips and he pushed my hand away, bent over me and kissed me and then he was there.
At my center.
Sliding against me.
