Damaged and the Beast (Damaged #1)

“Nervous is all. Don’t stop.”


“No, I don’t think I will.”

Cooper moved a hand from my breast to my hip then guided me against his erection. Understanding what he wanted, I focused on this and not my panic or lust. I would help him. Yes, I could do that instead of freaking out.

Groaning deep in his chest, Cooper suddenly shifted us so I was back on the couch and he was over me with his lips at my throat. I couldn’t think about helping him when my body was on fire. Even wanting more, I needed him to stop. Confused, I wished I could just relax and enjoy Cooper’s amazing moves.

Sliding lower on the couch, Cooper lifted my shirt and gazed at my breasts. I had no time to feel self-conscious before I felt the tip of his tongue across my right nipple. I cried out, wanting him to stop, yet my hands were in his hair as if begging for it to never end.

Cooper used those sexy lips of his to suck at my nipple slowly, sending me into a nearly brain dead state of horniness. I couldn’t think, could barely breath, and I thought I might lose consciousness. I’d never felt anything so hot before, never thought I could enjoy something so amazing, but here I was squirming in ecstasy as Cooper leisurely teased my nipple with his mouth. His fingers caressed the other nipple then he switched sides and I lost the ability to speak.

Knowing he was horny as hell, I didn’t understand how Cooper moved so tenderly. As if in no hurry, he stroked my nipple with his tongue, sucked softly, and stroked again. If we weren’t on the couch where my mom might walk in, I’d have asked for sex right then.

Suddenly, Cooper stopped and I opened my eyes to find him propped up over me. Frowning, he caressed my face.

“It’s okay,” he said softly.

“I know.”

“Then, why are you whimpering like that? You sound like a scared puppy.”

Having never realized I was making any noise, I lied, “I was worried my mom might come in.”

“Then, why didn’t you ask me to stop?”

“I didn’t want you to stop.”

Cooper nodded and sat back on the couch. Lowering my shirt, I felt awkward sitting next him.

“I know I said I was getting you naked tomorrow, but we don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready.”

Tears stung my eyes as I moved closer. “I didn’t mean to make those noises.”

“You just sounded scared. I don’t want you to be scared and think you can’t ask me to stop. I’m not the shitty lay you had before. You can tell me what you like and don’t like.”

“I liked that.”

“Why are you crying?” he asked, caressing my cheeks.

“It’s embarrassing. Other girls don’t make stupid noises. Now, you think I’m stupid.”

“I think you’re scared and so tightly wound you can’t ask for what you want.”

“I wanted that.”

A scowling Cooper studied me. “But if you didn’t, you’d tell me, right?”

Nodding, I knelt next to him on the couch and hoped he didn’t dump me. “I’d never felt like that before. Like it was so much better than I expected and I got weird.”

Cooper gave me a little smile. “You’re so hot, Farah. I don’t know how you haven’t been fucked well before, but I’m going to be that guy.”

Grinning, I wiped my cheeks. “Tomorrow, I’ll be ready. Like I’ll know how good it’s going to feel and I won’t make stupid noises.”

“It wasn’t stupid,” he said, losing his grin. “You need to relax and stop saying crappy things about yourself. Sometimes, you just need to let go and enjoy stuff, but maybe you’re not there yet. I can be patient.”

“But you’ve been waiting since the first day in Spanish class,” I whispered, giving him a grin. “How have you not died yet?”

Laughing, Cooper wrapped an arm around me until I was snuggled against him. “I’ve had a few close calls, but you’re worth waiting for.”

“You only have to wait until tomorrow.”

Frowning slightly, Cooper again studied me as if searching for something. “Promise you’ll ask for what you want.”

“I promise.”

“I can’t make you feel good if you’re not honest.”

“That did feel good though.”

“Hell yeah, it did,” he said, grinning. “Your breasts and I became fast friends.”

Laughing, I looked up at him. “You didn’t call them tits.”

“It’s the least I can do after they were so sweet to me,” he said, winking. “I did get carried away though.”

“I’m really hot.”

Cooper groaned. “You can’t know how hot.”

“You’re really hot too.”

“Yes, but I’m an arrogant prick so I know how hot I am. You have no clue how hot you are.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just working the modest angle.”

Cooper threw his head back and laughed so hard that his strong body jiggled me an inch off his lap.

“It’s a con. I fucking knew it,” he finally said.