“November tenth,” I tell him.
He tilts his head. “If I remember correctly, your flower is a peony?”
My eyes drag from his chest to his face. “I think so.”
“I don’t know why I still remember that,” he says, hands twitching on my skin.
“When is your birthday?” I ask.
“April fifteenth,” he says.
“What’s your birth flower?”
“Don’t remember,” he mutters, and leans in. This time when our lips touch it feels desperate, a frantic embrace, dizzy with need, and I forget all about flowers.
Our bodies brush, and the friction makes both of us groan. He turns us so my back is against the couch and leans on one arm, staring down at me with his velvet gaze.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I nod and lift my knees to his hips.
He dips down, dragging his nose over my neck, stopping between my breasts. Warm lips kiss my sternum and move to the place above the cup of my bra.
I grab his hair, keeping him there, relishing the way he feels against me.
Cooper chuckles, making my nipples peak harder.
He lifts his head and watches me as his thumb grazes the point. I bite my lower lip, holding back a whimper.
His lips part on a pant, and I lift my chin, seeking his lips. He meets me head-on, keeping his hand on my chest. He groans into my mouth, seductively thrusting his tongue against mine. It’s messy and raw, and I need more. I want more.
We break apart in short, frantic gasps, giving and taking as much as we can from each other.
Cooper’s hand slides between my breasts and over my small belly, stopping between my legs.He draws gentle circles on my inner thigh, and my legs tremble, but he waits.
“I’m not sure what to do now,” I say hesitantly, and try to ignore the burn of embarrassment.
He kisses my pulse and says, “Be in the moment with me. Let me make you feel good. Kiss me until we can’t breathe, then I’ll force myself to leave you alone for the evening.”
“You have it all figured out, don’t you?”
He grins and drags two fingers over my panties.
My mouth drops open, inhaling sharply as fireworks erupt under my skin.
“I wouldn’t say I have itallfigured out because this caught me by surprise.”
“Oh, come on, you know exactly what you’re doing.”
He grins and brushes my nose, and his mouth drops into a serious line. “Do you want it to keep going?” he asks.
I nod.
“Then tell me, stubborn,” he says, teasing a finger in the crease of my hip and thigh.
“Yes,” I say with more confidence.
He smiles against my mouth, dropping a small kiss. “But if we do get to that point. I want you to know I’ll take care of you.”
