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“Oh, I’m going to touch you.” Just a little bit. Just enough to get her hotter, to make her wilder. “Then you’re going to touch me, Sair. Let’s see how hot we can make that pretty little body of yours.”
He leaned back, jerked off his T-shirt, and had to clench his teeth. Her hands were there, on the thin mat of hair covering his chest and angling down the center of his body.
Then her lips.
Jesus. This wasn’t a woman who wanted all the pleasure for herself.
He lifted his hands to her hair and pulled the clip from all those glorious curls, watching them fall down her back in a swath of silky ringlets. He couldn’t wait to feel those fucking curls over his legs as he fucked those full, luscious lips.
“I want to touch you.” Her hands moved to his belt and Cooper grimaced at the want, the need in her voice.
Not yet. Fuck, not yet. He wanted her silky and wild first. He wanted her screaming out in need.
And he sure as hell wasn’t taking a virgin on a fucking picnic table. He was an asshole, but he hadn’t sunk there yet.
“Not yet, baby.” He picked her up, ignoring her surprised breath, loving the way her hands clenched his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.
He bet she was a wildcat. All claws and silky heat. He couldn’t wait.
“Where are we going?”
“My fucking bed, sugar.” His voice was tight; hell, his whole body was tight. “I want room to do this right.”
Sarah swallowed tightly as he moved into a well-lit bedroom. The bed was huge, dark. Sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains and open blinds on the windows.
“There we go.”
He laid her back on the bed, following her, stretching out beside her as he speared his fingers into her hair and held her head still for another of those deep, voracious kisses.
She loved it. Loved his lips on hers, hungry and deep, his tongue licking and stroking, pushing into her mouth and teasing her tongue until she was tasting him, too.
There was no hesitancy in him. Only hunger. Hard, male hunger.
She arched into him as the skirt of her dress slid up her thighs. His hand, big and callused, stroked her leg, sending flares of white-hot sensations racing through her bloodstream.
When his hand cupped between her thighs, she froze. Stilled. She felt her womb clench, her pussy convulse, and the pleasure. It was terrifying. She had never felt this before. Even in the darkest nights when the need had torn through her, she had never known this sensation.
/> His lips lifted from hers.
“Like that?”
There was knowledge in his eyes. He didn’t move, just held his hand cupped over the curves of her sex.
Sarah fought to breathe. Her eyes were wide, staring back at him, her body poised at an edge she was desperate to fly over and yet terrified to experience.
“When I make you come, I’m going to make you scream my name.”
His eyes were narrowed, more amber now than hazel.
“Don’t stop.” Her hands gripped his wrist as he pulled back.
“Easy, baby. We’re not ready to go there yet.”
“We are. Really.” Sarah was desperate to go there. Her body was begging to go there.
His chuckle was easy, dark.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes. I’m not fucking you with that skirt around your hips.”
