Sharon’s Wolves(62)

He sat back on his heels and gazed down at her. His fingers landed on her lips, pulling the bottom one down and then releasing it. They followed his gaze to her chest. “You have the most wonderful breasts I’ve ever seen.” His touch was gentle now, not the tugging, plucking, sucking, pulling of before. Instead he barely stroked the tips of his fingers over her nipples.

Goose bumps rose on her chest. She needed more. She pulled again against the headboard. There was no way she was going to escape without some concentration and effort, and currently she had no brain cells to enable either task.

Cooper skimmed his fingers in circles around her nipples next, teasing the sensitive flesh of her breasts. “I love the way they respond to me.” He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over one nipple, just enough to moisten the tip and make her arch into him. But his mouth was gone, retreating back so the only contact he had with her breasts now was the intimate touch of his gaze.

She would swear she could feel him stroking her with his eyes. “Oh. God. Cooper.”

He ignored her. His fingers trailed down her belly and then back up her sides to glance over the outer edges of her breasts on their way to her shoulders. “Your skin is so smooth.”

She dug her heels into the bed, but no amount of pushing would dislodge Cooper from the straddle he had around her thighs.

His cock bobbed in front of her, hovering in the air while he gave no indication he intended to use it inside her.

She bit her lip. How was it possible she was this much more aroused from the restraint than she had been moments ago?

“I know. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

She groaned when she realized he’d read her thoughts.

“I can drive you mad with need.”

“Please…” Her bottom lip quivered at his threat. She might self-combust if he didn’t take her soon.

“Please what?” he asked casually.

“Please, Cooper. Please claim me. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Mmm. Guess you should have thought of that before you let go of the headboard, huh?”

Oh. My. God. Was he going to punish her?

He chuckled again. “Does this feel like a punishment?” He danced his fingers back over her nipples. They were so sensitive by then, it felt as though he’d been tugging on them for an hour instead of barely teasing the tips.

A noise behind Cooper made her lift her head to find Jackson strolling into the room. “Did I miss something?” He sat on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah.” Cooper didn’t add anything to that one word.

Jackson glanced at the place where Sharon’s hands met the headboard. “That’s hot.”

She felt the flames heat her face. Were both of her men unhinged?

“What’d you do, love?” Jackson asked.

She opened her mouth in shock. No sound came out.

Cooper tapped her bottom lip. “Tell him, baby.”

She blinked several times.

“Tell him why you’re trussed to the bed like this.”

She licked her lips and found a small voice. “I let go of the headboard.” The admission made her feel like a recalcitrant child. Unfortunately it also sent a new wave of heat and wetness to her pussy. The world had gone completely mad.

“Hmm. Guess you won’t do that again.” Instead of joining them, Jackson stood, removed his clothes, and left the room. A moment later she heard the shower.

He left?

Fingers on her breasts drew her attention back to Cooper, the other player in this weird twisted nightmare. Indeed he was a boob man. No denying that. And she liked it too. The attention he lavished on her chest was powerful. A tight ball of need grew in her belly. There was every chance she would come from the contact to her breasts alone.

Finally, he shuffled his knees farther down her body and then nudged her legs apart to settle between them. “Spread wider for me.”

She lifted her knees slightly and let them fall open. Her legs shook as if chilled. She’d never felt so exposed. The very idea of being tied to the bed and open to his gaze made her arousal shoot higher.

He let one finger graze down her thigh from her knee to her pussy, not touching her but rather lifting over the sensitive skin that pleaded with him to make contact, and settling on the other thigh to continue to stroke up to the opposite knee. “So sexy.”

She heaved for oxygen, her chest rising and falling. “Open more for me.”

More? She tried to focus on his face, but his gaze was pinned to her pussy. Patiently, he stared at her, not touching her at all anymore. Waiting.

Oh. God. She moaned silently in her head.

Finally, she forced her legs wider, feeling the cool air as it hit her lower lips when they parted for him. Wetness leaked out of her pussy to run between her ass cheeks. “Cooper. I’m not…”