I moan loudly as his fingers ghost their way up my inner thigh. My mind is torn between the feeling of his skin on mine, and pleasuring him so my movements are getting frantic and frenzied, not a smooth motion like they were.
His fingers slip over my clit making me jump at the touch. The feeling is foreign to me. The tenderness in his touch. The only time my husband ever touched me like this was rough and hard, trying to get me wet for sex. It was never tender and meant for my pleasure.
I’m overcome by emotion, staring into Cooper’s eyes. The moment feels too much so I kiss him to break the spell of his gaze on me. That feeling of Deja vu is strong. He knows the exact spots that feel so good on me. I’m melting into him, like the familiar feeling of our bodies meshed together as one is a calling we can’t ignore.
“It’s happening for you again isn’t it? That feeling like this isn’t the first time we’ve done this,” he asks.
Swallowing hard, I answer, “Yes. It feels so familiar. And good.”
He slips into me with two fingers, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“Aubs, I’m close. I need you to come with me. Your pleasure is what matters.”
I just nod, enjoying the feeling of his hands on me, giving myself over to him. Beginning to pulse around his fingers, I can feel the orgasm coming. I grip him tighter as I jerk his shaft, squeezing at the tip before doing it again. Somehow I feel like I know everything he likes, like every touch is meant to come from me. It’s empowering and erasing the doubts I felt earlier.
We both still and convulse together in each other’s arms as the water washes away any evidence of what we were doing. Holding each other up as we pant out our matching orgasms. Standing like this together for a moment, enjoying the pure bliss of it all.
“I feel too much when it comes to you, Aubrey. I don’t know why and I can’t help it, but I don’t know that I want to either. I just want to enjoy the feeling I have with you.” Cooper pulls me flush against his body, kissing me.
I don’t answer him, but I do feel the same way and I can’t explain it either. It’s not something I’ve ever felt with another person.
Stretching out in my bed, I hit a hard, hot body next to me.
Opening one eye, I peek out and see Cooper’s handsome face within inches from mine. Memories of last night flood my brain. My hands on Cooper, his hands on me, the tenderness he hadwashing my hair and body. The emotions that seemed to freeze and overcome my mind.
“Good morning. Happy Easter.” He rouses and pulls me over to him. “Do you think the Easter Bunny left us some coffee?”
I giggle into his neck. “Maybe over at Aggie’s.”
“How about a quick trip to Emerald Roasters before we go get Lily May and start the last day.”
“I do love coffee. And pastries.” I tilt my head back to open myself up to him for a kiss. One he happily gives.
“Come on. Let’s go. I have to stop at home and grab clothes for the day too.” He flips the blankets off us, letting the chill of the early spring air hit my heated body.
“Five minutes.” I whine, pulling the blankets back over my body.
“Nope. We have an Easter Bunny to set up and pastries to eat. Let’s go.” He slaps my ass clad in the sexy silk tank and shorts set I bought at a local boutique with Emma. Evelyn recommended it, apparently Hunter knows the owner and shops there often for her. I needed some new clothes after all the weight I lost from the anxiety of everything with Jack.
Groaning, I roll over, letting my feet hit the floor. I shuffle over to my dresser and pull out my clothes for the event. I’ll have to shower before Easter dinner at the Keaton’s inn. They invited the four of us to join their family after the event and Aggie was too quick to accept. I was nervous about it when they first accepted, but now I feel like all eyes will be on Cooper and I. That makes me more nervous than anything. I’m not even sure what is going on between us so I’m not ready to answer questions about it with anyone else.
Walking out into the open kitchen and living room, I find Cooper slipping on his shoes, a plastic shopping bag housing his clothes from last night.
“Ready?” He looks up at me.
“Yup.” He leads the way out to his truck and opens the door for me. Jumping in, I’m impressed with the cleanliness in here. Most of the men I know use their trucks as a personal dumpster while they’re out working.
We drive the short distance through the fields to his cabin at the inn. He once again opens the door for me to get out.
“What a gentleman,” I joke.
“Ma wouldn’t have it any other way.” Unlocking his door by entering a code into the door handle it lights green and he swings it open.
I’m shocked again by how clean it is.
“This is gorgeous.” I take in the beautiful stone fireplace, the gleaming hardwood floor, and the chef’s kitchen.
“Well it’s only mine for a minute. Emma and Liam want to rent it out as soon as they can as the honeymoon cabin to go along with the barn for spring weddings. I’ve been talking to Tommy about renting out the other cabin he’s got on the property.”
