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Slender hands slid up his forearms as his cock throbbed behind his jeans, pressing against the soft flesh of her covered pussy. He was going to go down on her. As soon as he kissed her. As soon as he stilled the fire raging inside him for the taste of those pretty lips. He was going to lift her skirt, pull her panties aside, and devour her.
“I didn’t ask for easy,” she spoke against his lips, a stroke of fire, of need.
And he wasn’t going to give her easy. There was something in her eyes, in the needy little catch of her voice. The memory of those piercings and the way she drank that whisky. Sweet little Sair didn’t want easy at all. And that was a damned good thing, because Cooper had lost “easy” a long damn time ago.
chapter 4
sarah was swamped with sensation. Lost in it. Her fingers curled in ecstasy against strong, broad shoulders, and her lips parted beneath a kiss that was hot, hungry, and oh so good.
He held her against him effortlessly, her feet dangling above the ground, his heavy erection pressed between her thighs. She lifted her legs as his lips moved over hers, slanted across them, his tongue taking hers. She slid her legs up his—feeling the power beneath them, the bunch of the muscle beneath his jeans—until her knees were gripping his thighs, and one of his hands slid to her ass, cupping it, holding her up.
Oh, that was so good. She lost herself within the dreamy, seductive sensations flowing through her. Flames licked over her flesh, burned in her pussy. She gripped his powerful flanks, eased higher, and lowered herself, a moan tearing past their kiss at the incredible assault of sensation against the piercing rubbing her clit.
Why was it different? Why couldn’t she pleasure herself with her own touch? It was the excitement, she decided. The dangerous, pulsing excitement thundering through her bloodstream, swelling in her clit and in her nipples. It was the knowledge that she was in the arms of a very dangerous man. But not a cruel man. She knew the difference. She had lived with the difference for most of her life.
The inherent dark, seductive force of the man holding her drew her. It powered through her.
“Fuck, you’re like dynamite,” he growled, tearing his lips from her, his head lifting, the amber in his hazel eyes almost like fire now.
It set fire to her senses. He was aroused. Really and truly aroused for her. For her.
“Make me explode then,” she panted. “I’m certain I have a very short fuse.”
Cooper stared down at her, almost shocked. Her pale blue eyes were lit with hunger, with need. Her face flushed with it. Her knees tightened at his thighs as his hand clenched in the curve of her ass.
Hell, he bet she could come over and over again. If Cooper thought he knew anything, then he knew a woman’s pleasure. He’d made it his life’s work. He’d put a lot of practice and research into the matter. Didn’t understand their minds. Had no clue how to decipher their emotions. But he knew how to give them pleasure.
And he was betting his back teeth that he could make this little firecracker come like the fourth of July.
She was innocent, but hotter than hell. He could see it in her, and suddenly the need to know why she was innocent, why she had picked him, was rising in his head.
He’d tackle that problem later. Right now, Sarah was sweet and hot in his arms and he wanted her naked. He wanted her twisting, writhing, begging for release.
“Let’s see just what it takes to make Sair come, then.” He grinned down at her, watched her eyes darken.
“I want to see what makes Ethan come, too.”
She’d surprised him again.
Her hands smoothed over his shoulders. Her inquisitive little face, filled with hot feminine lust, held him transfixed.
“Want to know what makes me come?” he crooned, lowering his head to touch her lips, watching her eyes flare.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Sometimes, the simplest thing.” He nipped at that pouty lower lip. “I came like hell last week. In my attic. Staring down at your pool and watching you touch yourself.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “You saw me?” There was the slightest hint of mortification in her voice. Just enough that he knew she was thinking more about her failed attempt to get off than she was about him seeing her.
“I jacked off watching you.” He turned to the table that sat beneath the sheltered porch and sat her on it.
“You liked watching me?” There was a hint of shyness, the pleasure building back as he smoothed her dress up her legs.
“I loved watching you. And I’m going to watch you again.”
She shook her head. “You touch me.”
She was breathing so hard her tight little nipples were in danger of bursting through the front of her dress.
