Cooper, on the other hand, wanted out of the city she loved, the city that had been her home for her entire life, and he treated his nephew like an inconvenience at best. Sure, he was damn good in the sex department, but nothing else about him worked for her.
So why had she told him she’d give him a chance if he changed his controlling, jealous ways? Part of her didn’t think he could change; the other part wanted him to change. And what if he did? Then what? Where would they go with this? How long could it last considering their conflicting goals?
Before she could further analyze every detail of their relationship, his sinfully sexy mouth touched hers. He kissed her lips, starting in one corner and working his way to the other corner. The man could tease, and the man could kiss. Oh, Lord, could he kiss.
Nanny? What nanny? Right now she needed to get to know Dick a little better—maybe a lot better.
Izzy gripped Cooper’s shoulders and lost herself in his smoldering eyes. Burning a deep blue, they peeled away layer after protective layer until she swore she’d bared her very soul to him or so it felt.
She didn’t bare her soul to anyone, not even her sisters, and definitely not a man. She was the child of free-spirit artists, and she’d learned a thing or two from them. She didn’t like to be tied down or held to anyone’s standards but her own. She did not need a man to make her complete, just to give her pleasure.
And if she just kept telling herself that, eventually the words might sink in.
Cooper was an uptight, play-by-the-rules guy who liked everything lined up neatly and planned out. He craved control, lived for it. As the eldest of the sisters, Izzy cherished her independence. Two people unwilling to relinquish control and trust each another were a recipe for failure. They were too much alike in a lot of ways.
Still, that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun, and a lot of fun.
Cooper’s tongue slid along her upper lip, and she gasped. He took advantage, slipping his tongue inside, exploring her mouth with his lips and tongue. He paused long enough to suck on her lower lip and nip playfully.
Izzy clung to him, lost in his incredibly sensual kisses, and ready to do his bidding, at least in the bedroom. Elsewhere, not so much.
He picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the master bedroom, placing her on the bed. His handsome face split into a grin when he noticed some of her clothes draped across a chair and her suitcase near the door. One dark eyebrow spiked with smug amusement.
“Planning on staying the night?”
Now would be the time to tell him the truth, but Izzy didn’t want to ruin the mood. Tomorrow morning would be early enough.
She made a show of batting her eyes at him. “What do you think, big boy?” she asked in a sultry, forties’ starlet voice.
“I think this big boy likes you staying the night.” He lay next to her, brushing her hair off her face. His mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Good thing I slept on the plane.”
“Good thing I don’t work at the coffee shop in the morning.” Really good thing because if they both got their way, neither one of them would be sleeping tonight.
For a woman who hated to depend on others, she didn’t mind depending on him in the sack. His kisses drugged her with lust and desire. He alternated between gentle and slow and passionate and rough. She’d never been with a man who mixed it up like this and managed to maintain control. Most men would have lost it by now and simply screwed her senseless.
She was damn sure the senseless part would come later for both of them.
Izzy entwined her legs around his thighs and rubbed his erection through his pants. The hard, long length of him welcomed her. She smiled and lifted her gaze to his.
“Have I ever told you how much I love Dick?” She unbuttoned the top button of his pants to show him how much. He sucked in a breath and held it, as if afraid expelling it would change her mind about touching him. Nothing would change that. She lowered his zipper, slid her hand under his briefs, and wrapped her fingers around his penis.
“For once I’m not jealous. Not at all. You can love Dick all you want.”
“I will. I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it.”
Cooper unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her thighs and calves to her ankles. Izzy slid down the bed and licked the velvety tip. His taut stomach tightened.
He maneuvered them into the classic sixty-nine position with him on the bottom. He held her splayed thighs apart as he licked his way up to her pussy. Izzy prodded herself back to work, trying to concentrate on giving head while he sucked and licked her cunt.
“Gawd. Gawd. Oh, my Gawd,” she muttered, as she licked her way down to his base, cupping his balls, licking up the other side.
It was his turn to beg and plead, and he did himself justice. Cooper grasped her butt cheeks in his big hands and pulled her down onto his face. His groan of satisfaction pulsated through her pussy. His tongue pushed between her wet folds and up inside her. It was her turn to groan around the cock in her mouth. How was a woman supposed to concentrate on giving a man pleasure when the man’s tongue was doing magical things to her pussy and clit?
She gripped his thighs when he sucked on her clit, certain her body would shoot to the ceiling and take him with her. Cooper lapped at her juices, swiping his wet tongue up her folds and back down; then he pushed his tongue back inside, mounting an all-out assault on her pussy, while thrusting his cock in her mouth back to her throat. She took him deeper with each thrust, loving how his partially clothed body ground against hers but wishing it was bare skin instead.
Time for that later.
Lots of time, and she planned to use every minute of it exploring his delectable hard body, while he explored hers.