“I could. Now it’s my turn to dine.”
“Turnabout is fair play, Cooper.”
“I’m counting on it,” he said as his lips touched her neck. He’d made good on his promise bringing her to the brink of orgasm before kissing through her moans when she hit the crest of her desire.
He helped her stand before removing the blindfold, giving her a first look around the secluded dining room. A table sat to the side of them filled with half-eaten food and the champagne she’d drunk. Her breathing slowed as he inched the hem of her dress back in place.
“Did you enjoy dinner?” he asked while cupping her cheek. “I did.”
He kissed her again, pressing his body into hers letting her feel exactly how much self-control he’d tamed
“You surprised me, Coop. That’s hard to do.”
“The night’s young, Cara. If you were surprised with this, I’ve got another one that will knock your socks off.”
“You aren’t going to take me to the swingers, are you? Because I have to draw the line somewhere.”
“Nope. No swingers, just us. I promise.”
She nodded as he led her to the door. She stopped him before opening it. “Do I look okay?”
“You look flushed.” He winked.
She let out a relieved breath as he opened the door. Cooper held her hand as he led her through the restaurant. Her cheeks heated as she caught Phillip’s gaze. His gaze followed them as they made their way along the restaurant wall toward the exit.
Cooper led her for a walk in the moonlight down the beach. They’d shared easy banter without the worries of their sisters. He’d told her about his work, and she’d talked about the work she did with her sisters. The energy in the air was charged, every fiber of her being keenly aware of how he touched her and every time he kissed her lips. His foreplay was killing her, and she’d found her release not once but twice. She could only imagine what it was doing to him.
Coop finally led her back toward the hotel, only stopping once more to kiss her beneath the canopy of trees. “I would insist on skinny-dipping, but I promised to wear condoms.” He glanced at her. “I’m clean, though. You know, in case you change your mind.”
Moisture gathered between her thighs. “I’m clean too. I’m just not on birth control. I hadn’t had a need until…you.”
Cooper’s jaw clenched as if he was lost in thought as he glanced at the private pool as they turned into their room. He opened the door and ushered her inside, only letting go to lock the door. He stroked her arms and kissed her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. “What now?”
She hadn’t needed to ask. He slowly lowered the zipper of her dress. His warm palms touched her back as he eased them to her cup her breasts. The dress slid easily down her arms and pooled at her feet. She was naked from the waist down. Only her black lacy bra covered her breasts, and he had no problem unhooking it and divesting her of that too.
His hands skimmed up her waist to cradle her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples. Coop pressed tightly against her back, his hard cock trapped between them. The need to touch him consumed her every thought as he tweaked her nipples again, shooting a direct path to her wet core.
She wiggled her ass against him, hoping now was the time he’d ravish her. He released her breasts, stepping back to put an inch of space between them.Coolness greeted her back. “You want more, don’t you, Cara?”
His fingers trailed a slow path down her stomach between her folds. He slid a finger inside her. “You want me here?”
“Yes.”
“Thank god.”
The butterflies in her belly danced with delight as she climbed on top of the covers and held his gaze. She watched as he stripped his clothes, the shirt falling carelessly to the floor as he reached for the button on his pants. He’d stripped from head to toe in less than a minute, his eagerness fanning the flames of her desire. He was beautiful from the muscles of his tanned chest to the determination in his eyes. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, and he wanted her.
He stood at the end of the bed and stroked his erection, a bead of precum forming on the tip. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
“Tell me you have condoms and not the ones my aunt gave you.”
“Perks of the honeymoon suite.” He moved to the bedside table and pulled out a box, tossing it onto the bed. He crawled up the mattress, settling between her thighs. Coop made a trail of kisses up her stomach, his lips making her burn, to her breast where he took it in his mouth, his tongue laving the hardened peak.
She held his head and arched her back, pressing closer to him. Sparks were shooting from her breasts throughout her body, every nerve ending lighting up.
He reached for the box of condoms, sliding one out, as he teased her nipple with his teeth before releasing it. He sat back on his legs and held her gaze while he made quick work of sheathing his length.
The scent of latex filled the air, and she felt her stomach clench in anticipation of what was to come.
