Phoenix felt silly and happy...and insanely turned on.
While he stared at her, she brought her hands to the snap on her low-riding jeans. She let her fingers play, taking her time, aware of his expectation, until finally she popped the snap free.
He tipped his head back a little. “Go on.”
Oh, she loved how husky his voice had gone.
Still teasing, she eased down the zipper and stepped out of her sandals. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband.
Cooper watched her with eyes barely open, his mouth firmed, his big hands curled into loose fists.
Knowing what it would do to her boobs, she leaned forward and pushed down the jeans, struggling a little to get the tight material off her ankles. She felt awkward—until she straightened again.
Cooper had a hand on his fly, fingers splayed so that his palm fit firm and flat against his cock beneath the denim.
Her heart started punching and she said, “Let me.”
She strolled to him, brushing his hand aside, opening his jeans, being careful as she drew the zipper down over him. He wore dark gray boxers, the material soft beneath her fingers as she traced his length.
Knees locked, chest working, he stood there and let her explore—but not for long. Suddenly, he toed off his shoes, shoved down his jeans, taking his boxers and socks away at the same time. He kicked the clothes to the side and reached for her, scooping a hand into her bra to cup her breast.
“You’re more than a handful.”
“Yes.” She wrapped her fingers around him. “So are you.”
His mouth landed on hers again, open, hot, his tongue searching as he cuddled her breast. Her glasses went askew and she didn’t care. She pulled them off, holding them in one hand.
He kept kissing her even as he opened the front clasp on her bra, as he took her arms from him so it would fall to the floor.
Both of his large, hot hands slid into the back of her panties, palming her cheeks, lifting her to her tiptoes until her panties fell to the floor, too.
With an arm around her back, the other beneath her bottom, he easily lifted her onto the bed, coming down beside her—still kissing her.
Her lips felt swollen and sensitive and she loved it. She loved the smell of his body, the taste of his mouth, the strength and gentleness in his hands.
“Let me look at you,” he whispered against her mouth. “Don’t move.”
Since she wanted to look at him too, that worked for her. She slid her glasses back into place.
Braced on a forearm, he loomed over her. “Do you want to put them on the nightstand?”
“No.” She shook her head, staring up at him. “I want to see you clearly.”
His smile looked wickedly sexy. “I can work around them, then.” He kissed her again, this time tenderly, careful not to disrupt the frames. Next his mouth brushed her jaw, her throat, her collarbone...
Knowing he was on a specific path, her breathing labored and when he reached her breast, she held her breath.
His tongue licked gently over her nipple and she couldn’t suppress a groan. Then he latched on to her, sucking her in, drawing on her while his other hand moved down her belly, over to her hipbones and thighs.
He drew her legs apart.
When he raised his head, she was almost panting. “Cooper.”
“Shh.” He looked down her body, his nostrils flaring again, dark color slashing his cheekbones. “You’re fucking perfect.”
With him, she felt perfect.
He looked at all of her, his hand following his gaze, raising her temperature, especially when he cupped a hand over her sex. “You’re hot.” His fingers probed, his body still positioned over her, watching. “And wet.”
“Cooper...” She reached for him.
“No. Don’t move or you might lose those glasses.”
“I’ll take them off,” she offered after all.
But he grinned. “No, I like them on you.” With his fingers still between her legs, he bent and licked her nipple. “This body.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “This face.” He nuzzled her hair. “You’re all soft curves and sexy sweetness—and then the glasses.” One finger pressed deep into her.
Contracting around him, she breathed, “You’re teasing me.”
He growled near her ear, “I want to tease you until you come.”
It wouldn’t take much, he had her strung so tightly.
He started kissing her again, the sensitive line of her neck, the rim of her ear, while his hand worked between her legs, opening her, spreading her slick excitement. He pressed two thick fingers inside her, then raised his thumb to her clitoris and she arched in acute pleasure.
“Mmm,” he whispered around her nipple, biting carefully, tugging, then sucking again.
Phoenix sank her fingers into his hair, holding him close. She closed her thighs around his hand, ensuring he couldn’t leave her. Against her will, her hips rolled with his fingers. Heat expanded, and she felt those first twinges of a climax, climbing higher and higher, getting sharper—
On a gasp, her body bowed, trembling, soft moans crawling from her throat, her teeth clenched, her head back. The orgasm ebbed and flowed, built and receded, until finally, boneless, she sank into the bedding.
Her heart continued to race and she breathed heavily, her body weighted with a buzzing lethargy.
Cooper, she thought. That happened with Cooper and she couldn’t help but smile.
She realized she still clutched his hair when he carefully untangled her fingers and pressed her hands at either side of her head.
“You with me, Phoenix?”
“Mmm, yes.” The second she got her eyes open, he pressed his mouth softly to hers. His hand rested on her belly, and she suddenly realized that her legs were sprawled.
“No,” he whispered, his fingertips drifting over her inner thigh, making her go quiet again. “I’ll let you catch your breath, but I prefer for you to stay just as you are.”
An emotion swelled in her chest, fulfilling her heart, making her smile big and her eyes glisten. “I don’t want to catch my breath. I just want you.”
He left his scrutiny of her body to stare into her eyes. “You’re sure?”
“Very, very sure.” To prove it, she levered up while pushing him flat to his back. “Condom?”
He gave her a long look, then nodded at the nightstand.
She snatched up the small packet, flapped it twice then held it in her teeth while she crawled over his thighs. God love the man, he did it for her.
“When you lean over me like that,” he rasped, “your tits look incredible.”
Ripping open the condom, Phoenix grinned. “Like this?” One hand flat on his shoulder, she arched her back.
“Yeah.” He reached for her, but she leaned away.
“Now, Cooper. It’s my turn.” She’d never been overly timid with sex, but feeling this free, feeling this sexy, was new and she wanted to take advantage of it. “If you start touching me again, I’ll melt and we won’t get anywhere.”
Those amber eyes stared at her. “All right.”
The way she sat low on his thighs, her legs tucked under her, kept her exposed and she knew he looked at her there. Pleasurable little sparks continued, keeping her ready for more.
She liked the way his chest hair swirled around his small brown nipples, how it trailed down his body, leading to the goods.
And how good it was.
Scooting farther back, she dropped the open condom packet on his stomach and took his erection in both hands. A man couldn’t be any harder, she thought, stroking up the length, squeezing, stroking down again.
Beneath her bottom, his legs stiffened more.
She played with him, breathing harder as he pulsed in her hands. A drop of fluid appeared at the tip and she used her thumb to spread it around.
Cooper’s hands fisted in the sheets and he murmured, “Jesus.”
She would have liked to kiss him, to taste him, take him into her mouth—but he looked as if he’d reached the end of his rope and she badly wanted him inside her.
“Let me get this on you.” She withdrew the condom, then tortured him further with the precise way she rolled it down his cock. “Now we can—”