"That's right, darlin'," he murmured against her, the vibration of his words whispering against her most sensitive spot. "Come for me."
Poppy couldn't help it. He licked at her again, and sent her flying.
She let go.
Oh my god.
The pleasure slammed through her, waves of delicious heat that somehow didn't sate her, they just left her dizzy and gasping for more.
She wanted all of him. Now.
Before she could even try to pull herself together, Cooper was lifting her in his arms. He scooped her off the table like she weighed nothing and carried her up the stairs. "I always wanted to be swept off my feet," she joked, and Cooper chuckled.
"Baby, I haven't even started yet."
He gave her a look that was so smoldering, she practically melted right there in the hallway. Oh boy. Poppy held on tight as he took her into the bedroom and placed her carefully on the bed. It was a rustic, clean room just like the rest of the house, with soft bedding she would have happily snuggled into and slept-if it wasn't for the gorgeous man stripping off his clothing right in front of her, or the wild heat of desire still burning in her veins.
He glanced up and caught her watching him as he took off his pants. Poppy flushed, but she didn't look away. She held his gaze, her pulse racing.
Cooper leaned over her on the bed and captured her lips in a blazing kiss.
If she'd thought their chemistry could burn the house down before, now, she knew Cooper was right: it was only the beginning. Body to body, skin to skin, this kiss did things to her she didn't know were possible. Cooper slid his tongue deep into her mouth, and she moaned, reaching up to pull him closer. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and taut muscles, greedy to touch as he returned the favor, stroking her body back to the brink with his roving fingers and strong, sure touch. Her hands moved lower, and Cooper groaned against her, making her bolder to tease and stroke at his hard length.
God, he felt so good.
Cooper pulled away, and Poppy let out a whimper of protest, but he was only reaching for the nightstand. He rolled on a condom, and then he was back, settling between her thighs-where he belonged.
He braced himself above her, teasing her mouth open as she felt him nudge at her entrance. Then slowly, he sank inside her.
Poppy gasped to feel him, filling her inch by glorious inch. She flexed around him, adjusting to the feel, and Cooper groaned against her.
Then he began to move.
God, she thought she'd felt pleasure before from his mouth and hands, but this was something else. He was surging inside her, stroking her so deep, she lost her mind. Poppy clung onto him, rising to meet every thrust, until they were moving as one, each new hot stroke driving her higher, setting her blood on fire. There were no words left, just the feel of him: hard, and deep, and so damn right she never wanted it to end. But her body couldn't hold back. Soon, she was cresting, right there on the edge again, his body bearing down on her and his mouth claiming hers.
"Cooper . . ." she moaned, lost to the sensation. "Oh god, I'm close."
He lifted his head, and the look in his eyes-that raw, animal need-stole what was left of her breath away. Over and over again, he surged into her, his gaze still fixed on hers so she was drowning in the sight of him, the overwhelming pleasure that rose, and crested, and-god-shattered through her with a cry as he thrust deep one last time and sent them both over the edge, until she was spent and breathless in his arms.
And never wanted to let go.
Sixteen.
Poppy took a ragged breath, collapsed in a haze of pleasure. That was . . . He was . . .
Incredible.
Cooper rolled away and took care of the condom, but before she could even miss him, he was back beside her, holding her tightly, his chest rising and falling hard.
"Goddamn." His voice was thick with satisfaction. "You should come with a warning."
Poppy felt a glow of pride. "You weren't so bad yourself."
Cooper snorted. He suddenly rolled her beneath him again: pinning her to the mattress with his mouth just inches from hers. "You want to try that again?" he said, a teasing spark in his eyes.
"Give me five minutes," she grinned back. "And sure."
Cooper laughed, and collapsed beside her again. "Make it ten." He stroked her naked curves and yawned. "I'm not as young as I used to be."
"I don't know . . ." she mused, stroking circles on his chest. "You've still got moves . . . for an old man." She stroked lower, and Cooper caught her hand.
"Minx," he said, grinning. "Dangerous woman."