That was all Cope needed. He spread me wide and leaned in, running his nose along the fabric of my lacy thong. “You smell even better than in my dreams, too.”
My legs tried to squeeze closed, but Cope kept them forced wide. There was no escape. I couldn’t help the whimper that slipped from my lips as his finger stroked me over the fabric.
“Memorizing this image. Know it’s only going to get better. But I’m not going to miss a goddamned thing.”
My whole body shuddered as wetness gathered between my thighs. My heart thudded against my ribs as Cope reached for something on the desk. A second later, cool metal slid against my skin. The juxtaposition between that and the heat coursing through me sent a delicious shiver through me. My gaze snapped down, searching out the source.
A pair of scissors.
I gaped as Cope twisted the band of my thong on one hip and snipped the fabric clean through. The cool metal slid across my lower belly, making me suck in a breath. But before I could get out another word, Cope snipped the other side.
“You did not,” I said, staring down at him.
A wolfish grin spread across Cope’s face as he tugged the fabric free. “Saving these.” He reached behind his back and slid the scrap of lace into his pocket.
The sight had more heat and wetness gathering at my core. Cope set the scissors on the desk, and then his hands were back, sliding up my thighs and pushing them wider. Every part of me was on display. For him. And he looked at me the way an artist stared reverently at the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
I squirmed on the desk, and Cope’s hands tightened on my thighs, his gaze lifting to my face. “Don’t hide from me.” One hand slid higher, his finger stroking my seam. “I want all of you. My dreams come to life.”
It was more than heat now. It was the buildup of all my feelings breaking free. Cope was a damn thief, sneaking in and stealing what I didn’t think I’d ever be able to give again. My eyes burned, but that was stolen, too, as his deft fingers teased my opening.
“Cope,” I breathed.
“Love the sound of my name on your lips. But I love your pretty little moans more.” His head moved as he slid two fingers inside me. His tongue lashed across that sensitive flesh in a move that had my ass lifting right off the desk as Cope lifted my legs over his shoulders.
His tongue circled my clit, teasing, toying, and bringing it to attention. My legs gripped him tighter as a sound that was more animal than human left my lips. I should’ve been embarrassed. Should’ve tried to rein myself in. But I couldn’t.
Or maybe it was that I didn’t want to. Cope made me feel reckless for the first time in years. He made me want to reach for a freedom I thought was lost to me forever.
So, I did.
My back arched as I gripped the edge of the desk behind me. Cope’s fingers drove deeper and circled in a twist that had my inner walls trembling.
“Don’t come,” he ordered, speaking against that bundle of nerves. The vibrations only sent my body higher.
“I don’t really control that,” I said between breaths that came out in short pants.
“My girl can hold it back. Fight it off. For me.” Cope’s fingers swirled again, and I let out a whimper. “So beautiful. My warrior.”
His fingers pumped in and out, his tongue flicking out and teasing my clit in a pattern I couldn’t predict. The tempo would be the death of me. I’d have a stroke trying to keep from shattering.
The edge of the desk bit into my palms, and the pressure helped me to fight off the orgasm, but as Cope’s fingers dragged in an arc against my walls, I cried out.
“Please.”
“Didn’t think she could get any more gorgeous. And then she begs.”
Cope’s voice was coated in sandpaper and need. And that only added to his potency. The heels of my boots dug into his back as if I were trying to give him a little of the pain I was experiencing. The discomfort of trying to hold off the tidal wave of sensation.
He let out a growl against my clit. “Want to feel those boots digging into my ass as I take you.”
Fucking hell.This man would kill me. “Then do it,” I snapped, a mixture of desperate need and frustration coursing through me.
Cope read my tone and moved in a flash. “Tell me you’re on birth control.”
The ordered plea only sent more wetness between my legs, my core pulsing as it missed Cope’s fingers. “The pill. I’ve been checked.”
“I get physicals on the regular. Tell me I can take you bare.”
