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I knew precisely what I wanted—him filling me while I came all over his cock instead of his fingers.
I could still feel the subtle press of his hand, coaxing me closer. He lifted his other hand, the backs of his knuckles trailing across the towel drawn tight over my breasts.
“Tell me what you want,” he repeated.
ChapterEighteen
COOPER
Farrah’s green eyes darkened from jade to a deep green, like a shaded forest. Her tongue slid across her bottom lip.
“You,” she finally replied.
I could feel the beat of my heart in my cock. I didn’t realize I’d been waiting until she spoke. A sense of relief gusted through me. Her hand dropped away from her towel to mold over my cock.
“More, this time,” she added. Her palm dragged over the denim, and my cock swelled even further.
I gritted my teeth, sucking in a breath of air. I needed to say something before this spiraled out of control.
“I want more too, but I have to say something first.”
Farrah studied me for a few beats. “If you’re worried about us being neighbors and crossing paths in this small town, don’t. I don’t do serious. I don’t do relationships.”
She said something along the lines of what I was about to say, and I should’ve been relieved. Yet her direct comments stung a little. Certainty rang in her tone.
I swallowed. “Okay, I won’t worry.”
She was quiet. Her palm remained on the length of my cock.
I hadn’t considered my words and didn’t know what I would’ve said. It would’ve been something along the lines of, “I believe in romance, but I don’t believe in love, so don’t count on me for that.”
I didn’t think I could’ve said that to her because she made me question my own certainty. I didn’t want to think too hard about that just now.
She leaned forward, dropping a hot kiss on the side of my neck just as she dragged her hand up and down. The rush of need made it easy to forget, to think, to wonder why I might question my commitment toneverbeing committed. I trailed my knuckles across the upper curves of her breast, just over the towel, before lifting my hand and sliding it into her hair.
One fiery second burned into the next as we stared at each other. On the heels of a breath, we were kissing. Her mouth opened underneath mine, and she let out this soft whimper that I could literally feel inside, a subtle tug of connection, a craving for more. More of Farrah, more of everything with her.
I coaxed her a little closer as my other palm slid up her spine with my fingers curling over the back of the towel. I wanted to rip it off right now. Competing with that urge was my desire to savor every single fucking second of this.
Her tongue tangled with mine as our kiss went deeper. She shifted closer, and I could feel my cock cradled against her hips as her hand fell away, sliding under the hem of my T-shirt, over my abs, and around my waist. Her fingertips pressed into the muscles along my spine.
We finally broke apart, breathing raggedly as we stared at each other. Farrah was impatient, shoving up my shirt. I reached behind my head, catching the fabric in my fist, and yanked it up and over.
She leaned forward and strung kisses across my chest. Each soft kiss sent ripples of heat through me. She dragged her palm over my cock again before yanking at the buttons on my fly. She made a sound of impatience. I shifted slightly, sliding off the stool so my hips were propped against it.
I meant to say something, to take control of the moment, but she was fast. Another fiery second later, her palm slid into the opening where my jeans were undone, shoving them down until my cock bounced free.
“Farrah—” I began.
Her gaze lifted to mine, and she swiped her tongue across her bottom lip, sending electricity sizzling down my spine and another shot of blood straight to my cock.
“Just a minute,” she whispered.
She leaned over, curling her palm around my length just as she dropped an open kiss on the tip of my cock. I laced my fingers in her hair, holding on for dear life as she sucked lightly on the crown, her tongue swirling around it before she fully took me in her mouth. A ragged groan escaped, and my fingers tightened in her hair. She drew upward with a subtle suction as her palm followed her mouth up and then down, once, twice, yet again. I was clinging to my control. Usually, I had far more discipline than this, but I was already teetering on the edge of release, my balls tightening and the pressure rapidly building. Her tongue swirled around the crown before she took me in once again.
“Farrah—” I bit out, meaning to tell her to stop, to wait, to give me a minute to breathe.
But it was too late. Once more, she sucked me in, and the pressure snapped. I came in spurts in her mouth, the pleasure indescribable as I clung to her hair and waited for the shudders to slow.
