Page 48 of This Time Around
Sixteen
Cooper
Thank Christ.There was something sexy as hell seeing her dressed in that robe and the quick peek of her tight, tiny shorts and tank top I’d glimpsed before she tightened it, that had fired up my decision to pursue this…whatever it was…but she was feeling it too.
With my lips at the corner of her mouth, as soon as she breathed out ‘please’so needy, so quiet, so damn cute, I brushed my lips over hers.One small taste.
It was all I wanted.It was all she was even minutely ready for and as I paused, my lips right against hers, gave her time to pull back or push me off, she did the exact opposite and gave a sharp inhale and lifted her chin.
Easier access.I took it.
I brushed my mouth over hers again, slowly, teasing her.I might only get one chance to taste her and I needed to prolong it as much as possible.Move slow.She tasted so good.She smelled even better and even though I wasn’t touching her anywhere except where my lips brushed against heroh so softones, heat emanated from her skin.
Her body trembled.
“Becca.”Her nickname fell from my lips right before I settled my lips against hers.I couldn’t help it.Then I tasted her.
I nibbled her bottom lip, kissed her slowly and tenderly, as if it was my first kiss, my last kiss, the only kiss I’d ever need for the rest of my life and her body loosened and relaxed.Tension and fear that had coiled her tight unwound and still, I forced my body not to press against her.
We’d go as slow as she needed.I’d dodge as many bombs as I could and hope I didn’t blow either of us up in the process.
My hand would be just fine taking care of my dick.That wasn’t what tonight— this moment, this kiss— was about.
I debated pushing away from her and ending the kiss, but then she put her hands on my hips.
Game over.The warmth of her hands soaked through the thin fabric making me force myself not to thrust my hips against hers to show her exactly what she did to me.
Instead, I shoved my hand on the wall by her head, into her hair and angled her, and slid my tongue into her mouth for the first time.
She whimpered down my throat, arched her back, and kissed me deeper.
Holy hell it was magnificent.Her hands went to my hips, slid up to my waist, and her small, but strong fingers dug into my burning flesh.
My shoulders shook, tensed from staying in place, not moving forward and flattening her against the wall before lifting her legs to hold them around my waist.
And even if that was what I wanted, what I was thinking of and seeing while our tongues slid against each other, we tasted each other and discovered each other for the first time, I still stayed still.
I needed to touch her.My other hand went to her hip, sliding slowly over her robe to give her time to allow it or end the kiss.
Instead, she relaxed further.I pushed back her robe and settled my hand on her hip, over the clothing.
No skin to skin tonight.Not for me.My fingers dug into her shirt, my other hand in her hair, I held her in place, devoured her mouth and soaked in every minute, every tiny little sound she made, until my control reached a snapping point, and I slowly pulled back.
My shoulders heaved.My breath was ragged.
Her lips were parted and her eyes glassy.Her chest moved rapidly up and down.
“Better than I imagined,” I said.I still held her.My brain at the top of my body hadn’t gotten the message I needed to let her go.I was still thinking with my dick.
She let me go first, and I followed.
“That was…nice.”
Nice.I’d take it.At least she didn’t think it was a mistake yet.
“It was.”I slid my fingers from her hair and settled my hand back on the wall.“You okay?”
She blinked several times, her chest still moved quickly, her cheeks were flushed and her lips were puffy because I’d just kissed the shit out of her.
