This was what a body was meant to be. Every muscle primed and sculpted. Every inch of skin taut and firm, made for a woman’s touch. She explored each dip and curve, aroused by his heat and the way his body responded beneath her touch. A quick flinch or jolt that said he liked what she was doing.
“I need to touch you, too,” he said, the words rough with need.
“Not yet,” she replied, trailing her tongue down his throat—the taste of salt and man a heady combination. “I’ve had dreams about this body.” Her teeth grazed his collarbone. “Vivid dreams. Lucky for me, the real thing is even better.”
Straining against the shirt, he rasped, “You’re driving me crazy.”
“That is the idea,” she said, tracing the outline of his lips. “I want to make you cry out my name.”
Reaching behind him, Cooper ripped the shirt off the rest of the way and drove his hands into her hair.
“Is that a challenge?” he asked, nipping her earlobe. “Because I definitely want to make you scream.”
Dropping her jacket to the floor, Haleigh offered a seductive glare. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Her shirt joined the jacket on the floor with little effort, revealing the strips of pink lace he’d only glimpsed earlier in the evening. Cooper fought the urge to rush. The fear that he was dreaming added an urgency to taste and touch as much as possible before he woke alone and dazed.
But this wasn’t a dream. And he definitely wasn’t alone.
With reverence, Cooper ran his unworthy hands up slender arms, over pale shoulders, and into moonlit waves of gold. “So soft,” he mumbled, leaning forward to drop a kiss at the base of her neck. Before he could taste her lips again, Haleigh reached down between them to undo the button on his jeans.
“I need more,” she said, backing off his lap to stand before him. “I need it all off.”
Happy to oblige, Cooper untied his boots in record time and kicked them off to the side. He would have stood to drop the jeans, but Haleigh had other ideas. With one finger on his chest, she shoved him down to the bed.
“Allow me,” she said, and Cooper lifted enough for her to drag the denim over his hips. Skipping the extra steps, she removed his boxer briefs and socks along with the pants. “I am one lucky girl,” she said, admiring him with her eyes. He grew harder under her gaze. “Very lucky.”
Cooper would have returned the compliment, but the ability to speak fled when her hands trailed up his thighs. When she blew across the tip of his dick, his brain ceased functioning altogether.
“Time to taste,” she whispered, leaning over him. His body became a six-foot-four-inch tension rod as anticipation rocketed through him. The second her lips closed around him, he nearly imploded from the impact.
Haleigh sucked and teased, stopping a second before explosion to trail her tongue down his shaft. While working her way back up, she gripped him tight, massaging with her thumb, and licked his cum from the tip. Cooper’s lungs burned for air as he gasped and bucked, near death and ready for the final release.
Seemingly finished with the warm-up, Haleigh took him deep, cupping his balls as the pace increased. A growl escaped as he struggled to hold on, the pressure building higher with each lick and suck. Within seconds, Cooper lost control, yelling her name as his hands shoved into her hair, his body bucking wildly as sensations shot through his extremities. Body burning, his muscles twitched, and his brain floated somewhere in the clouds.
As if he’d run a marathon with an engine block chained to his waist, Cooper panted, riding the adrenaline high sluicing through his blood. He’d never imagined he could feel this good.
“You’re awesome,” he said when he could once again form words.
Dropping hot, wet kisses across his abs, Haleigh worked her way up his body. “And you’re a mouthful,” she said, straddling his torso. With a lick of her lips, she added, “Not that I’m complaining.”
“Does that mean I pass inspection?” he asked, toying with one pink bra strap.
Rubbing against him, she flashed the smile of a woman with plans. “I should really take a full ride before passing judgment.”
“Then by all means, darling,” he said, tipping the strap off her shoulder, “let me show you what I can do.”
Haleigh gasped when he kissed her nipple through the lace of her bra. As her body focused on that one hardening peak, a moan echoed from deep in her chest. When his tongue dipped behind the material, she arched against him.
“So hot,” he murmured against her sensitive flesh. “So beautiful.”
Cooper unclasped her bra with one hand as he rose to a sitting position, never breaking contact with her breast. Haleigh wrapped her arms around his neck, reeling in sensations. Heat pooled between her legs and her movements grew frantic.