“Coop, I—” I cut myself off, body tensing, inhaling sharply, and then he pulls away.
“Wha—”
He grabs my face, planting a long kiss on my mouth, and sits up.“There might be a tornado going on outside, but right now it’s just you and me, Mae. Tell me what you want. I’m yours,” he says.
“I want you to finish what you started.”
“I will, I promise, but I’m going to take my time with you,” he rumbles.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper.
He lifts his hand and drags a finger over my chest down to my navel. “There is no right way or wrong way. We’ll figure it out together.”
Heart pounding, skin hot, I say, “I want you to show me.”
“I can do that,” he rasps, slipping his hand to the back of my neck, drawing my lips to his.
It’s slow, sensual, as his heat seeps into my skin. The pulse between my legs grows unbearable, and I rock my hips searching for brief relief.
“Lay back,” he says, gently.
He slides his hands over my thighs, up my ribs, punctuating each touch with his lips, stopping at my breasts before taking my hands above my head.
“If you want something different, say the word,” he says.
I nod and he releases my hands, leaning down, framing me in with his forearms. My nose brushes his, and time stands still, both transfixed. I pant from the building tension in my chest until he puts me out of my misery, inhaling me.
As his tongue flickers against mine, he drags his hands over my small belly and stops between my thighs.
“You’re so beautiful, stubborn,” he rasps.
I roll my hips, meeting his hand as he keeps a slow, agonizing pace. I sob in frustration, and he flattens his palm against me. My hips chase the pressure, feeling the build. “Faster?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whine, closing my eyes.
His mouth finds mine, and I gulp in air.
“Let go for me, Mae,” he whispers in my ear, and it launches me over the edge. I feel as if lightning struck, and I can feel the shock in every inch of my body.
“What I wouldn’t give to see that face every single day,” he mumbles into my skin.
Barely lucid, his hands grip at the edge of my panties, pulling them off before he tosses his boxers and takes his wallet out of his jeans.
He rifles through it until he finds a condom and sets it on the bed before coming back between my legs, sitting back on his heels.
“This couldbe—”
I stop him, and he stares at me. “Cooper, you don’t have to explain this to me. I’m well aware. We’re not nineteen and experimenting in my dorm room.”
He chuckles and drops his eyes. “I’m sorry, I … it’s been a long time and the last thing I want to do is hurt you, or make you feel uncomfortable.”
“I’ll tell you,” I whisper, sitting up.
He cups my face, sweeping his lips across mine, teasing me until I open my mouth, seeking more. Our tongues brush and his hips drop between my thighs.
He grazes my center, hissing, and I moan at the sensation.
“Please,” I whisper.
