Page 60 of Cooper’s Passion

“In my handbag.”

He kissed her tenderly for just a few seconds, before severing the contact. “Why don’t you cuff me to the bed in my old room?

Her breath hitched. “Why?”

Cooper’s hand was on her nape now, gently caressing her and making her shiver with pleasure, his mouth only an inch from hers.

“You could explore my body, without me being able to stop you.”

With his other hand on her lower back, he pressed his groin to hers. She could feel the hard outline of his cock beneath his pants. Cooper was seducing her, and she had no defenses against him. She was putty in his arms, and the fact that he was a vampire didn’t matter right now, because what she felt was the man, the lover who’d given her pleasure before.

“I mean, now that you know that I’m a vampire hybrid, wouldn’t you want me to submit to you? Wouldn’t you want to be in charge and find out what it feels like to have power over somebody?”

Heat shot into her cheeks. What he was offering excited her. “Just like when you handcuffed me.”

“Yes.”

Cooper sucked her upper lip into his mouth and licked over it. The touch sent a delicious shudder down her spine, and her eyes closed.

“I loved making love to you when you were handcuffed,” he murmured. “Now do the same to me.”

She opened her eyes and kissed him, unable to resist the draw he had on her any longer. Maybe it was reckless of her to do this, but Cooper had had so many opportunities to hurt her, yet he hadn’t. She put both arms around him to press herself closer to him and felt him intensify the kiss.

For a brief second, he drew his head back. “Oh, Babe.” Then his lips were back on hers, and he delved into her mouth, dueling with her tongue, while farther below, he rocked his pelvis against hers, and his hand slid down to her ass, grabbing her possessively.

This was the man she knew, the passionate lover who put her pleasure before his. The man who made her feel desired and cherished. Did it really matter that he was a vampire? Did it matter that he drank human blood? What if he wanted hers? Could she allow that?

There were still so many questions she had. Questions about immortality, blood, and relationships. Questions about love, and how long a love between a vampire and a human could last. And she could see the future heartbreak already: a human aged, and a vampire didn’t. The end was already programmed in.

But right now, she didn’t want to think about that.

Breathlessly, she ripped her mouth from his. “I’m so sorry, Cooper. I nearly killed you.”

He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing just as hard. “Not likely. The bullets weren’t silver.”

“I thought silver kills werewolves. That is if they exist too.”

“How about we talk about all that later? I’ll give you a crash course on vampires.”

Anita didn’t protest. His lips were back on hers, and he was virtually devouring her, kissing her with such fervor that she let go of the anxiety of the past hours. There was no doubt in her mind that he desired her and would never hurt her. Cooper’s kiss was all-consuming, maybe because the secret he’d kept from her was out now. Nothing stood between them and the desire they felt for each other.

Was it love that she felt? Love for a vampire? She pushed the thought back into the recesses of her mind. She would examine her feelings later. Right now, all she wanted was to feel the physical pleasure Cooper could give her, and she him.

They staggered rather than walked into Cooper’s childhood room, snatching her handbag in passing. She barely noticed her surroundings. All that was important was that there was a bed. Freeing herself from Cooper’s arms, Anita gave him a little shove so he fell onto the bed. She pulled the handcuffs out of her handbag and bent over him.

He kissed her neck, while she took one arm, clicked a handcuff around the wrist, then looped it around a metal rod of the headboard.

“Give me your other arm,” she demanded.

“In a second.” He palmed her breasts with his free hand, squeezing them through the fabric of her shirt. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“Because I’m on vacation.”

“I like it.” He slipped his hand underneath her top and caressed her naked skin, before he took one nipple between thumb and index finger, teasing it.

A moan escaped her, before he removed his hand and reached for the headboard. Finally, she was able to handcuff him properly. She tugged on the cuffs. They held.

Anita swung herself over him, straddling him. He looked up at her, his eyes suddenly shimmering golden.