He stops moving and I feel like I can’t breathe.
“How are you feeling?”
“Stuffed.”
He chuckles. “That’s one way to put it. Does it hurt? Are you hurt?”
“Is a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Okay, I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
Cooper lowers himself to kiss me and the angle change not only pushes him deeper but it rubs something that makes me feel good. I hold the back of his neck and while kissing him; I roll my hips. We both gasp into the kiss. I roll my hips again and it feels so good that I moan. He must have caught what my body is trying to do because he wraps one arm around my waist and, with his other hand, he grabs my thigh. He scoops me up and off the bed. Turn us around and he is now sitting on the right side of the bed, me on top of him.
He helps me fold my legs beside his thighs so my straddling is comfortable. I roll my hips again and again until I find a rhythm. This is the first time being out of breath feels so good. I grab his shoulders for support and push myself up. Feeling him sliding out and then in as I sit down on his lap makes me giddy. The sensation is so good I keep going up and down. He lays his hand on my hips tenderly, but doesn’t pushme to pick up the speed. He rubs comforting circles with his thumb and praises me.
“You look so good, Rosie. I now understand why concert stages are higher than where the people sit. The view from down here is much better.”
I smile and bit my lower lip to stop the groan coming out of my mouth when his mouth covers my breast. I want more but I can’t find the words to say it. I whine, hoping he could understand through my body language what I want.
He stops me from going up. “Are you hurt?”
I blink the haze over my eyes and look down at him. “No, why?”
“You whined.”
“Because I’m frustrated.”
“Why you feel frustrated?”
“I want more. I want to hit that high again and I can’t seem to get there.”
“Want me to help you?” I kiss Cooper’s smirk before whispering a yes.
He scoots us back and completely lays down on the bed. I fumble, trying to find where to hold on until I feel his thighs behind me. I grab them right on cue as he grips my hips, pushes me up and thrust into me with so much strength it knocks the air out of my lungs.
In no time, I’m reduced to moans and the only words I can say areyes, Cooper.More, Cooper.Harder, Cooper.
When I come so hard, I see white. I know I passed out for a second. I hated when dance practice and concert practice wereso grueling that we often passed out from exhaustion. But if this level of ecstasy is the reason I pass out, I don’t mind at all.
I’m in and out of sleep as he heads to the bathroom. He comes back with a bowl filled with water and a towel. I close my eyes while he cleans the sweat and other body fluids off my skin and only opens them the next morning, my body covered with the same robe he took off.
Cooper Callahan is nowhere in sight.
CHAPTER EIGHT
My phone rings and I recognize by the ringtone who is calling me. I grab the phone and look at the clock on the nightstand. Is six in the morning. Why would Colin call me this early? I look to my side and softly caress her cheek. Rosalie has one leg wrap around me and I slowly slide from under it.
“Give me a minute,” I answer the phone.
I stare at her sleeping face and at some of the visible love bites. Just looking at her makes me want her more. I take a deep breath before I fully go hard just by staring at her sleeping body filled with the signs of what transpire last night. My life makes it hard to have a long romantic relationship and I’m not a fan of one-night stands.
I can’t recall the last time I could take my time pleasuring my partner. To explore every inch of her body. Find all the noises I could pull from her. I wonder how much can I discover with her and refuse to think about how whatever we have is temporary.
I grab my clothes and put them over my naked body before I step out of the room. I don’t want my conversation with Colin to wake Rosalie up. I decide to head down and get us something to eat from the breakfast they serve here.
“Why are you calling me this early?”
