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“Make me come, Cooper. Fuckingpleasejust make me come before I lose my goddamn mind,” I plead, attempting to shut my legs, knowing damn well I can’t ease the throb between them with him in the way.
His smile is barely there, just big enough for me to catch a glimpse of it before it’s gone. “See, I told you you’d know when to beg.”
And then I’m falling backward, my body sinking into the mattress and Cooper’s hands hot on my skin.
18
COOPER
Adalyn will bethe death of me. She knows exactly where my buttons are and just how hard to press them to make me lose both my mind and control. I would never back away from this, knowing she was going to go out and find someone else to help her explore all of the things occupying her mind, and she damn well knows it.
I know that it should be wrong to feel as protective of her as I do. But even as I watch her splayed out before me, those long, toned legs beneath my fingertips, skin so damn soft, it feels the furthest thing from wrong.
“If you’re even the slightest bit unsure about this, tell me to stop before everything changes,” I murmur.
Trailing my fingers up her legs, I swallow a groan at the sight of the goosebumps that rise at my touch, as if I commanded them to the surface. She’s so beautiful it’s hard to believe it was me she asked for this.
“Don’t stop. I might die if you do,” she breathes, fingers spread tensely on the comforter like she’s struggling not to reach out and touch me.
I slip my palms over her knees and her thighs, moving up, up, up, before sliding outward to her hips. She wiggles in my hold, lips jutting out in a pout.
“Let’s explore later,” she huffs.
“Good things come to those who wait,” I purr, dipping my head to brush my nose across her lower stomach. My tongue darts out as I lick above the band of the tiny panties she’s wearing.
She gasps, hips pushing up. I press my hand over her belly button to hold her in place and look up at her through my lashes. “Tell me what you want from me,” I order.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she huffs.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Her eyes spark with annoyance. “No.”
“Then tell me.”
She sucks in a slow, determined breath. “Put your mouth on me.”
“Where?” I kiss the taut muscles of her abdomen, just below her rib cage. “Here?”
“Higher,” she whimpers.
I move higher, to the underside of her right breast. “Here?”
“Higher.”
Those tense fingers finally move from the sheets, threading through my hair and scratching my scalp. Her grip is tight but not painful, and I reward her for finally giving in to the moment by sucking just beneath her nipple.
The mewling sound she releases has me aching in my underwear. I want to reach down and pop the button of my slacks to relieve the pressure, but I don’t. Not when this is about her.
She deserves all of my attention. Every last bit of it.
The moment I wrap my lips around her nipple and give it a gentle, cautious suck, her body quakes beneath me. A breathy moan fills the room as the taste of her fills my mouth. I roll my tongue over the metal bar and the studs on either side before sucking again, harder this time.
“Holy fuck,” she cries out, nails pressing into the back of my head. “More.”
She begs so beautifully. Each plea is like a hand wrapped tight around my cock, stroking once before disappearing. I want more of it. Would go wild in my attempt to pull another one from her.
“You’re getting the hang of it now,” I rasp, pulling her nipple between my teeth and biting down softly.
