Page 75 of This Time Around
Twenty-Four
Rebecca
Bed.Yes.Please.Pleasure invaded my body as Cooper carried me, making quick work of haphazardly drying off our bodies.Difficult to do when he kept me plastered to him.
He turned me on in ways I couldn’t remember, touched me and teased with his voice and his body.I kissed his shoulder, his collarbone, his neck.Everywhere I could reach, my mouth greedily found.
The reaction I had to him was insane.We barely knew each other.It was temporary.I didn’t care.Not then.
I wanted him.His body on top of mine.His mouth all over me.He laid me down on my bed, the covers scratching my back, and his body covered mine.His still wet boxer briefs clung to him, dripped water at my stomach, down my thighs as he pushed my arms to the mattress.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered, his mouth at my chest, his tongue sliding around my nipple.
Every time he touched me felt like the first time I’d been touched.Sensations rippled and stormed through my body like the most horrific thunderstorm.Exciting in its vivid splashes of light and ear-piercing booms.Beautiful in its danger.
I didn’t know how it happened.I didn’t understand when I allowed it to happen, but somehow, Cooper was digging his place into my heart so slowly, so determinedly, I doubted I could kick him out if I wanted to.
God.
His lips pressed against my stomach.Hips arched into his.I needed him to touch me, take me, treasure me.
“Please.Taste me.”I gasped as his hands followed, running along my breasts, torturing my nipples with delightful zips of pain to my sex.My hands flew to his waist, pressed against his briefs.
He’d kept them on for me.I didn’t need him to.Hadn’t wanted him to, yet the thought ofwatchinghim disrobe had shot embarrassment to my cheeks.He mistook it as fear.
Crazy man.I feared nothing from him except heartache which had to be coming.And even that wasn’t on my mind as I pushed down his briefs.He stopped his movements, head raising and peered at me.
The question was on his tongue.I sensed it before he spoke it.
“I’m okay,” I assured him.He asked me too often, gave me too many choices.Hadn’t he realized yet that sometimes I wanted the choice removed from me?I made so damn many.
Going with the flow, surrendering to the passion constantly zapping between us was all I thought of.And how in the hell didthis happen?
“Sure?”he still asked.And God, he was a good man.One of the better ones.A keeper—
I shoved that thought out of my head and nodded.Too many questions.Not enough movement.
“Please.”My hips ached, my stomach clenched.Every nerve tensed in anticipation of that delicious swipe of his tongue.“Oh God,” I moaned as it happened.
That first feel of him.Glorious.Rockets could blare.Fireworks could ignite.My house could catch fire.Nothing would distract me from this.This moment where I realized I was completely, so damn completely wrong.
He could never be used for sex.Not Cooper.Everything he did with me had become so personal it was freaking terrifying.
He tasted me, mouth on my most intimate parts, and my body responded, against my will, or in line with my will, I couldn’t tell you.He dipped me to the edge of insanity and brought me back, balanced me on that ledge of a cliff dive, no safety net, all terror and adrenaline and...“Yes, please.There.”
My hand flew to his head, his shoulder.Fingers dug into hot, burning, muscled flesh.He groaned against me, the vibrations wicked and beautiful.I ignited without warning.Cooper drove me to my peak and shoved me off the cliff before I’d realized I was in danger of flying.Crashing.Soaring.
He brought it all out of me while I writhed beneath him, clinging to him as if our very lives depended on my grip.
“Oh crap,” I gasped, as the tremors faded.“You’re really good at that.”
He slid up my body, lips everywhere, tasting me, memorizing me.His eyes seared into my body with determination.I was a present, a gift he wouldn’t forget.I prayed with all my strength I was reading him correctly.
My hand rested on his ribs, his hips as he moved forward.He brushed against me.Tiny aftershocks lit up at the feel of his hard length against me.An area I’d thought closed for good, forever, until this city boy pulled his luggage down a rocky path.
Someday I’d watch him take it all away.
But that thought was for another day.I arched my back, tilted my chin and his mouth met mine.My hand slid to his front, to him, his beautiful, hard and thick length rubbing against me.
