Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 128430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
I pump my hand and flatten my tongue, licking her until she can’t stop moving beneath me. Gripping her hip with my other hand, I hold her down and take over thrusting and licking, sucking and flicking until her body begins trembling, slowly at first, the release blooming for me with every exhale of my breath and inhale of hers.
I spy a hand fisting the blanket beside her just as the other returns to my head and her fingers fist my hair. “Yes. Yes. Oh, my God, Cooper.” She clamps down on her bottom lip to hold back, but her pleasure rips free again.
“Fuck,” I groan, my dick a fucking traitor. I can’t wait for my turn when the taste of her nectar coats my mouth.
Pushing my hips against the mattress, I try to think of anything that will keep me from coming from the dent in my Jaguar last year to that fucker at the coffee shop who made her cut her knees.
But with her release rattling through her body and my name shouted from her lips again, I give up the fight and give in to the sensation, closing my eyes. The darkness ceases, and the stars align as my body releases the buildup of days spent with the scent of her on me, the unforgettable kisses she has me craving, and the moments in quiet contemplation lying next to her.
I look up to find her with a lazy smile on her face and no smugness, but appreciation, admiration . . . or something more, filling her irises, and my heart clenches.
Between coming in my pants and now against her mattress, this is not how I saw things going. But more so, I never expected to feel this protective over someone, this in tune with or connected to a woman.
That promise was easy to make because I meant it. What does this mean? Could it . . .?
No.
Is it . . .?
Holy fuck.
Is this what love feels like?
14
Story
“It’s okay.”
When he doesn’t respond to me, I get off the bed and walk to the bathroom. I slip a tank top over a bra and sleep shorts quickly since it seems he’ll be a while and lean against the doorframe. Knocking with the back of my knuckles, I say, “Cooper? It’s okay. Really. I don’t mind.”
The door swings open. His head is slightly dipped in disbelief, and his brow practically to his hairline. And he’s not wearing anything. “You don’t mind?” he grumbles, rocking his head back. Closing his eyes, he scrubs his hands over his face. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you. It was—”
“You shouldn’t have to mind, Story.” His gaze lands hard on me before he cups my face. “You should be lying on that bed unable to move from how spectacularly amazing I’ve made you feel. Instead, you’re here, reassuring me.”
Grabbing his wrist, I hold tight as I stare him straight in the eyes. “It’s not like you’re impotent.”
“No.” He releases me and storms across the apartment. “You don’t say that word to a guy, not ever. Never.”
“Got it. Never.” I giggle and roll my eyes, completely helpless from the amusement of this scene.
“It’s like a jinx or a hex, a fucking doomsday spell put on my dick.”
“I think your”—I force the word from my mouth, trying to keep my eyes above board—“dick is going to be okay.”
Shaking his head as he paces the small space, he mumbles, “Fucking hell.”
I cross my arms over my chest and grin. He’s always so put together, from his clothes to his composure. It’s fun to see Cooper like this, so how can I not enjoy the show with the theatrics right here in my very own living room? And naked no less? “And here I thought girls were always the dramatic ones.”
“Look.” I catch him before he does a U-turn in the kitchen, taking hold of his arms and blocking him. But why does he have his body on full display? Those magnificent abs are a little distracting. That ass is so hardened it’s criminal. I’m not sure what his routine is for keeping in that kind of shape, but it’s so hard to not stare.
“Story?” We both know he busted me. He says, “My eyes are up here.”
A quick shrug bounces off my shoulders. “Sorry. As I was going to say before, I was . . .” I run my fingers over each set of muscles, causing them to dance under my fingertips. “They really are pretty fantastic.”
“My muscles aren’t pretty. Can we find better words to describe me? You’ve already used the i-word, and now . . .” He runs his own hand over the summits and valleys of his six-pack. “Something I work my ass off to maintain is relegated to pretty?”
“This has gone too far. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, Cooper. Probably the sexiest man alive. Every part of you is hard, and I just want to say thanks for working out and reaching this peak physical perfection.”