I drive painfully slow, but Cooper doesn’t complain. I struggle with turning, but I manage it. He makes me do the same thing alone five more times before he has me stopping, kicks the stand down and turns off the bike. I get off and grab his arms as I feel my legs give out from under me. He hoists me up on the motorcycle by the hips and cage me in between his arms.
“Rest. You probably were clutching your entire body so hard that now that you don’t need to, your body gives out on you.” Cooper reaches for his backpack and produces a cold bottle of water and a pack of crackers. “Drink and munch on this.”
As soon as the cold liquid touches my lips, I down half of the water bottle in a second. My focus is solely on not fucking his motorcycle, that my body didn’t register the dehydrations. We’ve been under the sun for a few hours. It shouldn’t surprise me how thirsty I am.
“Easy,” he says as he grabs the bottle and stops me from drinking it all in seconds.
I smile and open the pack of crackers and munch on them. I take a moment to look around and see the surrounding greenery. The mountains were far from where we were, but clusters of trees were all around us. Clouds hide the worst of the sun and there is a gentle breeze cooling our skin. I let myself stare at Cooper. Watch him watching me.
Physically, Cooper is an attractive man. While at the very beginning it seems like he and I wouldn’t get along, I warm up to him. He is surprisingly easy to talk to, and he is kind to people, unless you are threatening his safety or the safety of someone he deems important. He is observant, charismatic, and he seems to have a knack for protecting me. I wish I could believe is for other reasons but seems like he and his brothers have some seriousthings to settle with the Cuervos de Plata. I hate to think about the fact I’m just a pretty mean to an end.
“What are you thinking?” He asks as he grabs the empty wrap where the crackers were.
“Just how my life has been spiraling out of control.”
“Do you want a distraction?”
“I don’t have anymore strength to drive your bike without crashing it.”
“I was not thinking about that.” I watch Cooper’s eyes staring at my lips and running his tongue over his. Could he be thinking what I’m thinking? I slightly part my lips and I hear him catching his breath.
“What were you thinking?” I ask, daring to hope but afraid of disappointment.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, his right hand cradling the left side of my face. His thumb is close to my bottom lip.
“Yes,” I exhale.
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip and pushes the tip inside my mouth to touch my tongue. He catches my lips with his and I sigh into the kiss. He keeps the kiss slow and sensuous before dialing up the intensity. I feel heat building in the pit of my belly and slowly spreading through my body. He kisses me up to my ear and down to my neck and collarbones.
My breath hitches and I clutch his arms. He is standing between my legs. His right arm wrap around my waist and the other is still laying flat on the motorcycle. I feel his hand grabbing the hem of my tank top. “Can I?” He asks and I nod.
“Rosalie, I’d like you to use your words. If you are not a hundred percent comfortable, you can say no. I’m not gonna do anything to you that you don’t want me to.”
“Where is your hand going?” I ask.
“First, I want to caress your back. Find if there are any spots that quicken your breath or make you moan. Then I would like to move to the seam of the top of your jeans. Lower the zipper down and slide my hand into you. Make you moan, bite your lips and come out here in the middle of nowhere.”
I stare into Cooper’s eyes and hope he couldn’t hear my heart beating out of my chest. I tighten my thighs around his hips as I feel myself getting wet just by him, talking about what he wants to do.
I look around to make sure we are alone. I don’t see anyone and I’m going to ignore the possibility of someone being far from the naked eye looking at us. Bravery takes over and I grab his hand and lay it on top of my jeans. I pull his other hand to my back. “Can you do both?” I ask.
Something in his eyes darkened, his smirk making my toes curls.
“Challenge accepted,” he whispers before diving into another kiss.
I could kiss Cooper for hours. The passion I feel from his kisses travels through my entire body. His left hand slides inside my tank top and his fingertips caress my back up and down, giving me goosebumps. I tremble as he unbuttons and unzips my jean. He slowly slips his hand inside my underwear. I scoot closer to him and lean back a little. The bike wobbles a little but doesn’t fall.
“You are already wet for me,” he groans into my lips before biting my lower lip.
I gasp when he slips in two fingers. I’ve made out a lot with my ex-boyfriend, the one the company forced me to break up with. We were both young, and the relationship was too young for anything more to happen. I’ve never been this intimate with anyone. While this is a tremendous risk on my part, it feels right to do this with Cooper. Having him asking for my consent every time ensures my brain my instinct is right.
Everything feels so new to me. I want to grind into his hand and when I finally let myself do it; I gasp. The hand of my back moves to my hip and he keeps me there. The sensations he makes me feel, the searing heat running through my body, the moans and groans spilling from my mouth were all new to me. I grip his arms too tight, I’m sure I’m leaving half-moon indentation on his skin.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me and every other thrust of his fingers hits something in me that makes me see stars. The pure ecstasy builds and builds until I feel it exploding inside me, making my body feel like jello. His kisses slow down and allow me to catch my breath and get control over my body. I look down and see him zipping and buttoning my jean. He looks into my eyes before licking the two fingers that were inside me. He moans, his fingers still inside his mouth.
He helps me get down of the motorcycle, keeping his hand on my elbow when my knees give out under me.
“Are you okay?”
