“You don’t have to say that.” Her voice sounded strained. “I’m here. I’m willing. You don’t have to say anything you don’t mean. Just . . . take us to the finish line. Please.”
After all the teasing they’d done over the past two days, he wanted that more than anything, but not as badly as he wanted her to believe him, believe in this. He cupped her face, waiting until she lifted those whiskey eyes. “I never lie, Bree, remember? Never. This isn’t just about the finish, spectacular as that’s going to be. It’s going to be about far more. Now do you still want to do this?”
She didn’t take her eyes off him as she thought about that for so long he got worried.#p#分页标题#e#
“Yes, I still want to do this,” she finally said. “But one of us is way overdressed.” Saying so, she pulled back slightly, bending her head to the task of unfastening his jeans. Her hair fell forward, brushing against his bare shoulders and chest, and it was so much like his fantasy, he groaned. “There’s no rush,” he said huskily when she let out a frustrated cry, struggling. “We have all night.”
“I like it fast.”
Finally she slid her hands into his jeans, freeing him, humming with pleasure as she wrapped her fingers around the biggest erection he’d ever had. He tried to reach for her but she shook her head. “I’m doing all the work, remember?” She stroked him. Perfectly.
And then again.
At this rate, he’d last all of two seconds. Not wanting that to be the case, he captured her hands in one of his and held them at the small of her back.
Lifting her head, she looked at him from hot, hungry eyes. Flattering as hell, and he began to think maybe she didn’t even have to touch him to get him off.
“Cooper.” Frustrated, she rocked her hips, gliding that satin over his erection.
He saw stars.
“Mmm,” she said, arms still trapped behind her, and rocked again.
And then again, her breasts jiggling so pretty and enticingly in his face, the little diamond in her belly button twinkling.
And again.
Her satin was wet now, causing the most delicious friction against him, and desperate, he squeezed her hip, trying to hold her still. “Don’t,” he said. Begged. “God, don’t move.”
“I can’t help it.” And she very purposely rocked again.
Abruptly he pushed her off him and stood up, shoving down his jeans.
She staggered back and stared at his body.
Staring right back, he kicked free of the denim.
And then she lost the last of the lingering doubt in her eyes and smiled at him, a real smile that he felt all the way to his heart.
Had she really believed he’d reject her? Was she really that unsure of her own appeal?
She was still looking at him. From head to toe, and back again, then zeroing in on the part of him the most happy to be having this special little sleepover.
“You’re . . . big,” she whispered.
Not that big, but hell, he wasn’t going to argue the point. “Hold that thought,” he said, and went to the little goodie basket, which amongst other things, had condoms. On the way back to the chair, he grabbed the vibrator she’d left on the bed, shooting her a grin that changed hers from anticipatory to . . . nervous.
He decided he liked that. He liked that a lot.
Twenty-one
If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
—Breanne Mooreland’s journal entry
Breanne stared at the glowing vibrator in Cooper’s hand, so innocuous-looking—until he twisted the end and it buzzed to life.
The sound of humming filled the air, making her body hum as well. “Um . . .”
“Come here, Breanne.”
Her feet stood rooted to the spot. He wasn’t touching her, nothing was, but her nipples were hard, and between her legs she throbbed.
Then she lifted her gaze to Cooper’s, and at the long, slow, hot-eyed look he shot her, she swallowed hard.
He set the basket of condoms on the floor beside the chair and sat, crooking his finger at her.
She went, and when she got close, he pulled her down on his hips, his hands urging her thighs wide over his so that she straddled him.#p#分页标题#e#
“Mmm,” rumbled from his chest at the skin-to-skin contact. Holding her legs sprawled open, he leaned forward, put his mouth on her throat, kissing his way over to her shoulder, from which he took a little bite. She jumped when he brought his other hand up, trailing the vibrator along first one inner thigh, then the other.
And then between.
She felt the jolt clear to her toes, and put her hand over his.
He lifted his gaze. “Too unromantic?”