I find the zipper behind her silky dress and take my time shifting her beneath me, rolling her over onto her belly while I run my hands over the exposed skin on her neck and shoulders. Goosebumps pebble under my touch and she gasps softly.
“Touch me more,” she pants.
I test the zipper on her dress while pressing kisses to the sharp angles of her shoulder blade. “Where?”
“Everywhere.”
I tug her zipper down slowly, following it with my mouth and tongue while she gasps and writhes beneath me.
She’s either acting, or she loves being touchedthismuch.
Make no mistake—I have the ego to believe this is all my talent. But not when it comes to Waverly.
Her zipper goes all the way down to the top of her curvy ass, and I finish my exploration of her back with my lips pressed to the top of her beautiful globes.
“God, Cooper,” she gasps as she thrusts her ass up into my face.
“Yes?” I murmur against her flesh.
“More.”
“More what?”
“More everything.”
“Everything?” I slide my hand over her back, tracing the hollow of her backbone. I can’t help myself. I have to touch her. “You want to eat a sandwich and watch TV too? While doing yoga?”
“Cooper.”
My name comes out of her lips with a breathy laugh, and I smile as I nip at the top of her ass. “More specific, please, Waverly.”
“I want you to do—what you do—with a woman.”
“That always depends on what she wants. So you have to tell me what you want.” I squeeze her cheek and drift my hand lower over the back of her thigh.
“That,” she says faintly.
More goosebumps.
Can’t fake those.
But I’m suddenly having performance anxiety.
Canshe fake them?
Goosebumps don’t mean I can actually give her an orgasm.
Didn’t she just say that she hasn’t been interested in sex? In like ayear?
What if I’m not enough? What if I can’t make her come?
Shit shit shit.
Get out of your head, Rock.
My fingers drift to the back of her knee, and she yelps and jumps. “Tickle!”
“Sorry!”
