“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he tells me, and his words have an erotically ominous tone. “The things I’m going to do to you…well, you might not ever want to crawl out of my bed.”
My entire body shivers over the promise and I mentally start calculating how many days I have left before I need to get back to reality. If I don’t do the movie with Brad, I’ve got a few months, and spending them in Coop’s bed doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all.
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Coop walks back into the bedroom. He’d gone to dispose of the condom, and when he walks back in, I can’t help but stare at his magnificence. His body is lean and sculpted. He has some light chest hair that stops just below his pecs, while his abdomen is sleek and rippled. His thighs are powerful and his dick is, well…it’s big, even when it’s not all the way big. It makes me smile when I remember that night I lost my virginity to him and that it wasn’t the best experience because it hurt like hell. But we tried again a few nights later, and it didn’t hurt and it was fantastic.
Not as fantastic as what we just did, because fourteen years ago, I would have never even thought to do what we just did. It was wild, uninhibited, and so passionate I’m not sure our eighteen-year-old selves were confident enough to carry that off.
“Ready to go fishing?” Coop asks as he brings one knee to the mattress and climbs up my body. When he left the bed moments ago, I’d rolled to my back and haven’t moved since. My body is a wet noodle.
I reach my hands over my head and lengthen my arms, stretching while I nod. “Yeah…you know I love fishing.”
But Coop’s eyes are lowered and his gaze is pinned to my breasts.
He goes to his knees and pushes my legs a little wider, letting his gaze travel down from my breasts to my stomach and my pelvis.
One finger comes out to slide over my mound softly. He doesn’t take his eyes off it but murmurs to me, “That’s different.”
I raise my head and look down to my bare waxed skin. Yeah, that’s different.
I chuckle. “I got waxed for the Sports Illustrated shoot. Loved it so much, I’ve kept it up.”
“I love it too.” Coop’s voice has a low rumble of complete appreciation I feel vibrate through my body.
I cry out in surprise when his hands go under my thighs and he raises my legs, pushing out to spread me wide. His eyes remain fixed between my legs.
“Coop,” I call out in embarrassment, my hands coming to try to push him from my legs. No one has ever studied me like that.
“Don’t,” he says almost harshly, but then reverently, “I want to look at you. You’re absolutely fucking beautiful.”
I sigh, completely relaxing my body and trusting in this because…well, it’s Coop.
Finally he lowers my legs and brings his gaze back to my face. “We’re going to hold off on fishing for a little bit.”
“Why?” I ask, puzzled.
His eyes sweep down my body slowly, then back up again. “Because I’m not ready to stop touching this yet. And honest to God, Eden…I need to taste you too. My mouth is fucking watering.”
“Oh,” I breathe out softly, and a shudder runs up my spine.
Coop takes his time running his mouth over my body, and there isn’t a place he misses. I think I might die when he lifts a leg, runs his mouth down the back of my thigh, and then bites me on the edge of my butt, right where it meets the crease of my thigh. His eyes rise, grab mine, and he promises, “This ass is will be mine. In every way you can imagine.”
I totally don’t know what that means, but all I know is that pleasure courses through me at the possibilities.
Then his mouth is between my legs. My skin is so sensitive to his lips and tongue, and his fingers slip inside of me, curl, and stretch. He groans from my taste and it rumbles all the way through me. He laps at me lightly, tongues me viciously, and devours me completely. He roams all over me, making passes over parts of my body he’s already loved, and then he comes back to those places that are guaranteed to make me shatter.
He makes me come twice before he’s finished, then he fucks me again. This time I’m on my back, my legs are on his shoulders, and my ass is suspended off the bed. He goes fast, hard, and deep and races to the finish line. With his skillful fingers plucking at my clit while he drives into me, I come again just mere seconds before he does. He throws his head back, muscles and tendons in his neck tightened, and practically snarls out his release.
We collapse again, breathing heavily and our blood still racing.
Another trip to dispose of the second condom, and Coop is climbing back in bed with me.
“We going fishing?” I ask him, still breathless from those amazing orgasms.
“It’s almost lunchtime,” he says, and my head pops up off the pillow to look at his bedside clock. I turn to look at him aghast. “We just spent almost three hours in bed. How is that even possible?”
“Pretty sure I spent over an hour just eating your pussy that last time,” he says smugly.
My head hits the pillow and I can’t help the smile that appears. That was so damn amazing.
Sliding my arm across the mattress, I take Coop’s hand and give it a squeeze. He turns his head to face me, a well-satisfied smile on his face. He squeezes my hand back.
“We really didn’t know what we were doing back when we were younger, did we?” I ask him seriously.
Coop bursts out laughing, rolls over, and kisses me hard. “I think we’ve learned a few things since then.”
When his mouth leaves mine, I grin at him. “Best. Rebound. Sex. Ever.”
He cocks at eyebrow at me. “You’ve had a lot of rebound sex?”
“Nope,” I tell him truthfully while grinning at him slyly. “Which is why this is the best ever.”
“You’re not helping my ego here, Eden,” Coop grumbles as he peers down at me.
“How about it was the best sex ever?”
“Was it?” he asks skeptically.
“Hmmmm,” I hedge, even though fuck yes it was the best ever. But he doesn’t need to know that. “I might need further research.”
“You mean with me, right?”
“Yes, with you,” I assure him.
“Let’s go eat lunch first. I’m starving and the fish won’t be biting until dusk.”
“Okay,” I say with a groan as I roll to the edge of the bed and stand up.
My body feels deliciously used.
It’s a feeling I could get used to.
Chapter 12
I supplied grist for the gossip mill…
Coop
“I’m not so sure this is a good idea,” Eden says as I pull into a parking space in front of the Pit Stop. I get where she’s coming from. She told me on the way over here how cold everyone was to her when she came in yesterday.
“I’ll set the record straight,” I assure her as I shut off the engine. Turning to face her, I reach across the cab of my truck and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. It’s still damp, as we took a shower together not all that long ago, which turned into another amazing round of hard sex, which is making this not so much lunch but more of a predinner snack. “It’ll be fine.”
“What?” she asks dubiously. “Are you going to stand up in the middle of the diner and make a proclamation I’m not the bitch everyone thinks I am?”