“Angel,” Cooper said, pulling me from my thoughts. “I think where you’re having trouble is you’re a planner. You’re methodical. You’re used to doing things in a certain way and you kind of panic when you can’t have your hand on everything.”
“That’s exactly right.”
“Can you come over here?” I rounded the breakfast bar and stopped in front of him. He gripped my hips, pulled me closer, and kissed me. “Is it too much to ask that you let me take the reins today?”
Digging my nails into his thighs, I said, “No.”
“I need you dressed and ready to go in the next hour.” Then, he picked up his piece of bacon and bit into it. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched me, standing there, staring at him. “You might want to go handle your business.”
Blinking, I backed away bumping into the other barstool and nearly tumbling to the ground. “I’m just… Okay, I’ll…” I stammered. “I’ll go handle that.” I hurried down the hall and did as I was told.
After hours of jampacked action, we arrived back to my rental. Cooper was true to his word and handled every aspect of the day. We golfed, ate lunch on the beach, saw the movie I’d been wanting to see, had hibachi for dinner. Everything about today had been beautiful. My impromptu visit had turned out to be more than I’d hoped for.
I plopped down on the sofa. “That food was so good.”
He sat down next to me, shoulder to shoulder. “How have you never eaten sushi before today?”
I turned my head to face him. “I just didn’t think I’d like it.”
Cooper lifted my legs into his lap, and took off my shoes. “Now you know you do.”
“Oh God,” I moaned when he started massaging my foot. “You’re good at this. Thank you.” We’d walked so much today that my feet started hurting sometime after lunch.
He flashed a wicked smirk my way, pressing his thumb into the arch of my foot. “I’m good at a lot of shit.”
I sat up and gripped his collar, tugging him closer. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
He pulled off my socks, then glanced over at me, his gaze raking over every inch of my body. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable, and it called to me on a primal level. “All I need is permission.”
My heart… It was beating out of control, fast and loud in my ears as I considered his words. I craved this man, I wanted him to have his way with me. Shivering, I licked my lips and let out a slow breath. “Permission granted.”
His fingers grazed over my ankles and inched up my legs. He stopped at the button of my jeans and flicked it with his thumb. He unzipped my jeans slowly, like he was unwrapping a gift on Christmas. My body was now screaming at me to scream at him to go faster, to ease the ache that had settled between my thighs. I’d promised to let him take the reins today, so I would wait it out. But, damn if I didn’t want to mount him and fuck him until I got the release I wanted.
He peeled my jeans off and tossed them behind him. Then he kissed from the tops of my feet all the way up to my navel. Without a word, he ripped my panties off.Oh shit. I gripped the cushion of the couch. At this point, I didn’t even think I needed the sex to come. I was so ready, so on the edge, I knew it wouldn’t take long.
Then, his tongue…Oh damn. The moment his wicked tongue touched my clit, I was done. I came so hard and fast I couldn’t breathe. When the trembling subsided, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, a cute ass smirk on his lips.
“Don’t say anything,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “It’s been a long time.”
He laughed, while he unbuttoned my shirt. “No worries. You got about three, maybe four more of those coming before I’m done with you.”
Oh.
Cooper must have kissed every inch of my body, igniting every nerve ending I had, by the time he pressed his lips to mine. I was so caught up in him, I couldn’t think or feel or smell or see anything but him.
He only broke the kiss to breathe—and to take his shirt off. He rested against me, kissed my cheeks and my chin, before sinking his teeth into the base of my neck. “Angel,” he murmured, soothing the same spot with his tongue and his mouth. “You have tempted me at every turn. I want you...” He rested his forehead against the space between my breasts.
When his gaze met mine again, I sucked in a deep breath.I’m so in trouble. Good trouble. And I wanted it. “Cooper.” My voice sounded strange to my own ears.
“…In a way I’ve never wanted anyone else.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth. His low groan was just as effective as his hands and his mouth. I arched into him, wordlessly begging him to pick up the pace. His hand cupped my core and he slipped one finger—then two—inside. Pressing his thumb against my clit. “Number two.”
I gasped for air as another orgasm shot through me. Once again, he waited until I opened my eyes, to kiss me. This time, I took back some of the control, unbuttoned his jeans, and pushed them off. His boxer briefs followed shortly after.
I stroked him, enjoying the feel of him in my palm, his low hiss against my skin. He bent over and grabbed a condom out of his pocket. He handed it to me, and I snatched it from him and slid it on. A beat later, he was pressed against me, his dick against my pussy. With our gazes locked on each other, he entered me.
He closed his eyes, waited a moment, then he started to move. Slowly at first, almost too slow. It didn’t take long for us to find our rhythm, and the pace picked up. The race to completion was frenzied, mouths fused together, eyes open, hands moving. When orgasm number three snuck up on me, I clung to him, letting the waves of pleasure take over. Cooper joined me seconds later, groaning out my name.
We didn’t move for what seemed like forever. I didn’t want to let him go. Ever. But soon enough, he lifted his head, his hooded eyes boring into mine. “Give me ten minutes, and then you can get number four.”
