“Come by my new place tomorrow!” Ridley made kissing noises and then the call disconnected.
Dazed, Phoenix leaned over the side of the bed to drop the phone back into her purse.
“So.” Coop casually stripped the sheet down to her knees. As he feathered his fingertips over the lush curve of her breast, he said, “Your sister really is loaded?”
It took her a second to reply, then she only nodded. “Remember, she told you she was.”
“Yes, but I didn’t know that meant she could afford the extravagance of buying an RV just to be near Baxter.”
Phoenix swallowed heavily, her eyes starting to close. “Somehow he hurt her. I don’t think he meant to, but since the divorce, she’s sensitive.”
He replaced his fingers with his mouth. Her skin was satiny smooth and fragrant, and he already wanted her again. “I’m sure Baxter will enjoy her efforts to make him miserable.”
She laced her fingers into his hair. “I just hope she doesn’t make herself miserable in the bargain.”
Drawing her nipple into his mouth for a leisurely suckle, he ended the conversation. Phoenix was quick to respond, which made it more difficult for him to pace things slowly, but he managed to keep control of them both. Kissing his way down her body, he enjoyed her sensitive nipples, her softly rounded belly, the curve of her hip and the supple strength in her thigh.
Needing to taste every inch of her, he lifted her left leg over his shoulder.
She tensed all over, but not in a bad way. He heard her whisper, “Oh, my God.”
Glasses askew, head back, bottom lip caught in her teeth, she waited.
Coop nuzzled against her, growling at the incredible scent of her musk, feeling her wetness against his fingers—and then his tongue. He licked carefully at her lips, nibbled delicately, then opened his mouth around her.
“Cooper.” Her fingers clenched painfully in his hair.
He urged her other leg up and over his shoulder, then lifted her hips in his hands. “I could eat you all day, Phoenix.” He blew softly against her, opened her farther with his thumbs, and licked into her.
Legs going taut, she pulled him closer.
“You like that?”
A small whimper was her only reply. Nice. Everything about Phoenix turned him on, but this, seeing her lost to lust, scorched him.
He trailed his tongue up and over her swollen clit, again and again until her hips followed the movement and her body strained for release. She was so wet that he slid two fingers easily into her, pressing them deep.
“Cooper,” she breathed.
“Tell me what you want.” Knowing she was ready, he continued his rhythm, pushing her closer and closer.
“I want...”
He waited.
“Suck on me.”
The ragged request damn near made him come. He pressed his erection against the mattress and did as she asked, drawing on her the same way he had her nipples.
She gave a low groan, her heels digging into his shoulders, then she lifted high on a cry, her body shuddering, her breaths gasping. He wrung every small moan from her that he could before hastily sitting up to roll on another condom.
“This is going to be fast and hard,” he warned, again lifting her ankles over his shoulders.
She swallowed, nodded, but her eyes stayed closed. They hadn’t removed her glasses but she’d pushed them to the top of her head. Her cheeks were damp, flushed a dark pink...like her nipples. Her lips were soft and swollen.
He covered her breasts with his hands, catching those stiffened nipples between his fingers for a subtle pinch.
That got her eyes open.
He stared down at her face, watching her as he entered her with one hard thrust.
She clenched tight around him, squeezing his cock in silky wetness.
The position had her thighs pressed high and wide, leaving her totally open to him. He asked, “Okay?”
The slightest of smiles reassured him, but she also purred, “Very.”
“Good. Then hold on tight.” Coop adjusted slightly, withdrew, then thrust in hard again.
Phoenix lifted her arms above her head, wrapping her hands around the rails of the headboard.
So fucking hot.
It was deep this way—and she seemed to love it.
Spurred on by the small sounds she made, the way she matched his thrusts, he pounded into her.
Her skin grew dewy. Her inky dark hair tangled around her face.
Too soon. Far too soon. Much as he wanted to make it last, he knew he couldn’t wait. “Phoenix.” He latched on to one nipple, sucking strongly, using his teeth to tug—and she climaxed.
He gathered her close, his face beside hers, and let himself go.
He was glad his wife had never been in this house, never been in this bed—because now, whenever he was in it, he’d think of Phoenix.
10
Hoping the evening wouldn’t end yet, Phoenix listened in as Cooper called Daron to see if he needed to come get Sugar. To her relief, Daron assured him they were fine. In fact, he and the dog were with Maris at her shop. They’d just taken the dog for a walk and were now settling in for a snack.
Cooper played it cool, but he grinned at Phoenix while thanking Daron.
After he disconnected, he said, “That’s an interesting turn of events.”
She shook her head. “Maris pretends to dislike Daron, but I think that’s just a front.”
“Meaning?”
“She’s super committed to her business and future, and Daron is...” The right word eluded her.
“A knucklehead?”
She laughed. “You know he’s not, not really, but most of the time he’s the opposite of serious.”
“True enough.” Cooper stepped closer. “Since we have some time left, you want to watch a movie?”
Teasing, she said, “Depends on the movie.”
“We’ll find something.” His gaze moved over her, lingering on her boobs. Typical man. “I have some ice cream if you’re ready for dessert.”
Leaning forward, Phoenix took a soft love bite of his chest. “Mmm, dessert.”
“Keep that up, and we won’t make it out of the room.” He snatched up his T-shirt and dropped it over her head, then stepped into his boxers. “I don’t want to cover you up, but I’m not into torture, either.”
Loving his playful mood and all the compliments, she laughed. “Ice cream sounds great.” By silent agreement, they moved to the living room. While he fetched the ice cream, she explored the space.
A big couch and two chairs faced a large television. Sports magazines littered an end table. A bookcase filled with biographies, mysteries and crime novels drew her.
On the first shelf, between a stack of books on the left and a row on the right, was another photo of Cooper’s wife, this one of her in jeans and a T-shirt, her hair windblown, her feet bare.
She’d just moved away to peruse his magazines when he returned.
“Sorry it’s a little messy,” he said, bowls of ice cream in hand.
“Actually, it’s really nice. You’ve set it up for your comfort, and that makes others comfortable, too.”
“Good.” He sat on the couch, patting the cushion beside him. “Come here.”
She settled beside him, half lounged against him, her feet up beside her. Cooper kept one arm around her, his feet crossed on the coffee table.
She accepted the bowl from him, agog at the massive scoop of chocolate ice cream.
“Did you ever want a house?”
The question caused a pang of remorse. To give herself a minute to think, she shoveled in a bite, waiting while the ice cream melted on her tongue. Should she be brutally honest with him?
What would he think of her once he knew?
“Phoenix?”
There was that perception again. She put the spoon in the bowl, but didn’t look up. “I had a house. Or rather, my fiancé bought a house for us. I helped to pick it, but after the...” Most people called it a robbery, but it had been so much more than that. If the men had only wanted money, only wanted her jewelry, would her world still have fallen apart?
Would she, right now, be in that house with David, happily married with her planned future ahead?