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ADALYN
You knowthe feeling when you first sink into a bubble bath after a long day? When your toes go beneath the hot water and you slowly lower your aching body beneath the suds? That feeling of pleasure and satisfaction that washes over you once you’re fully submerged?
That’s what kissing Cooper White feels like.
Pure. Fucking. Bliss.
His lips meet mine cautiously, almost like he’s testing whether I’ll back away. He should know better because that’s the last thing I want to do. When I push up on my toes and kiss him harder, his lips part on a throaty groan that makes my head spin.
As if we haven’t already begun to learn one another’s bodies these past few days, our hands start to wander—exploring in a different way than we were allowed to before. His hands are hot on my skin, burning into me as he pushes them beneath my shirt and holds my bare waist. With a kick of his foot, the chair behind me goes flying, and I’m being set on the table. He steps between my legs, eating the space between us as he settles there.
There’s a part of me that doesn’t really believe this is happening. That this man isn’t really kissing me like he’s desperate for more. Like he can’t get enough of me. But he is, and I’m behaving the same way, taking and taking until there shouldn’t be anything left, yet somehow there is.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you so many times,” he rasps, dragging his mouth along my jaw and beneath it, sucking on the sensitive skin there.
“Why didn’t you?”
Teeth nip at my throat before he licks away the sting. “Wasn’t the right time.”
I release a strangled moan when he palms my breast and softly pinches my hard nipple. Squeezing my thighs around him, I try to pull him in closer, desperate for something to soothe the ache between my legs.
“You make the prettiest sounds, Adalyn. I could become addicted to them.”
“I could make more.”
He cradles the back of my head, tilting it back until our eyes meet as he slowly and carefully twists my nipple. My cry is wanton, so fucking needy I would be embarrassed had I not been so far out of my head already.
“Say please,” he whispers.
“Please,” I gasp, arching into his hand.
His eyes flash with dark approval as he presses his cock against me, giving me some momentary relief before pulling away all too quickly. I whimper at the loss before he takes my mouth in another hard, lip-bruising kiss.
“Go to your bedroom, take these goddamn clothes off, and wait for me on the bed. On your knees, facing the headboard,” he commands, voice so deliciously firm.
Oh my God.My panties are destroyed. There’s no saving the soiled things after this. A subtle flutter of nerves fills my stomach as I nod, hands still travelling over his body. Over the hard expanse of his torso and muscled arms, even the perfect trim of his waist. I can’t get enough.
So, when he covers my hands with his, stopping their exploration, I can’t help but pout. It feels unfair not being able to get my fill of him right now.
I swallow as he pushes his thumb into my bottom lip. “Don’t pout. You’ll have time to touch me, I promise. Now, go. Your list isn’t going to cross itself out.”
My eyes widen slightly at the subtle hint of what’s to come. I quickly slip off the table, and with one final squeeze of his waist, I do as I’m told.
Shedding my clothes as I go, I’m naked by the time I reach the edge of my bed. I force my lungs to expand on a full breath as I set my hands on the mattress and dare a look over my shoulder, finding myself still alone.
Is this actually happening? Is he finally going to quit teasing and give us both what we really want? The thought alone is enough to curl my toes, pleasure heavy in my bones.
This goes beyond wanting to finish my list. Sure, I still want to cross each of my fantasies off it, but this is about so much more than that. I want Cooper. All of him. The sweet, the caring, the controlling. And not under the pretence of experimenting.
He could give me vanilla, and it would still be the best fucking vanilla known to man.
The sound of his footsteps has me grappling every last ounce of my courage and crawling up the bed, stopping when my fingers brush the edge of my pillow. The position feels incredibly submissive, but it doesn’t bother me. If anything, it makes me wetter.
“Fuck.”
I hang my head, unable to keep it up as the guttural sound of his groan causes my limbs to shake. Need pools between my legs, and it takes everything not to shove my ass in the air and beg him to fuck me already.
