Page 13 of Touch Me (Complete Collection)

No matter what Jenny thought, she had no place to go to. She didn’t have many friends she could count on and Annabelle, her only close friend, had just gotten married. There was no way she could go to her. It was just Cooper. He was all she had – the only friend she had been able to reach out for help.

And now, the crazy, mindless lust that had overtaken her was as fresh in her mind as if it had happened two minutes ago. She cursed Cooper for bringing that up again. Why couldn’t he have just let it go? Now, she couldn’t get what happened out of her mind. He had kissed her, sucked her breast, stroked her bare skin, and then told her it was…uncomfortable.

She clenched her eyes shut and focused on breathing evenly. She was heating up in embarrassment and shame. While she had been moaning and writhing, clawing at his head so he’d never let go of her mouth, he had been uncomfortable.

It was the most stupid, cringe worthy situation, and she seemed to be having a lot of those since she came to Cooper’s apartment. The image flashed across her mind as if she had been a third party watching the moment. He had been so forceful, hurried, as if he couldn’t wait to get on top of her and inside her. He had kissed her with such ferocious urgency, and his tongue had claimed her mouth in fervent need.

She opened her eyes and gawked at the marble wall, horrified at the direction of her thoughts. Stop! Stop it! Not happening! It’s not happening again!

Her pussy tingled and burned and she fought to push away the tantalizing image. His hands had scorched her where they touched, and her breasts…the nipple Cooper had sucked and bitten had been swollen and red while the other one had remained perfectly fine. The scars of those few minutes in his arms had kept her awake for several nights. She swallowed to fight the urge to walk out and give herself to him, tell him that she wanted him inside her body, and that she couldn’t wait a moment more. But she knew she couldn’t do that. It just wasn’t her. She had always been reserved with men, and that’s why Jason was the only man she had ever been with. With Cooper, things had been so natural, so swift…so right.

Uncomfortable!

The word kept sliding back to claim her brain, thrashing all naïve hopes and impulses. Her pussy was the only thing that stayed unaffected. It clenched and unclenched, and unthinkingly, Jenny slid her hand down her navel to her pussy. It was wet, covered in the juices of her body’s insane demands. Her throat was dry as she tested the wetness, and thoughts of Cooper’s big hands crushing her breasts returned. Her tits tingled, her chest, her neck. She didn’t remember ever being so aroused before. Furiously, she yanked her hand away before swiftly turning off the water, grabbing the towel and drying herself off.

Stop thinking about him! Stop before you get yourself in deeper shit than you are now! He’s a player. He has the bad-boy aura around him, all the time. It’s going to be just sex for him, and it will never be just sex for you!

Jason wanted her back. She didn’t know if she wanted to go back. She didn’t feel guilty about Jason anymore. She should’ve, but once she saw Cooper again, her resolve to stay away from Jason hardened.

Regardless of everything, she couldn’t deny that Cooper had done a lot for her. If she had known beforehand who he was, if she had been even minutely interested in his accomplishments, she would’ve never come to him for help. Besides never being able to summon up the courage to contact the Cooper Farrell, she would’ve cringed at the idea that he would think she was using him. The call she had made to Cooper asking for help was one of the weakest moments of her life. She had been broken. She had been lost and bereft and she had grabbed a lifeline for survival.

Now, she was terrified of letting the lifeline go. If she did, or the lifeline got damaged and broken, she would be submerged in the same lost, terrifying waters that would drown her.

Cooper was her friend. He had been nothing but sweet to her from the beginning, but then her stupidity had shaken the balance. Their relationship would forever be tarnished by that few minutes of passion. Celia, the blonde model was still there in her head, but she forced herself not to think about her. Even if she was his girlfriend, it was Cooper’s problem not hers. She just had to keep her lips away from his and her legs clamped tightly shut. The rest would get sorted itself.

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Cooper changed into black PJs and stood in front of the mirror. His lips were pursed, his expression ominous and dead at the same time. His mind wouldn’t stop whirling. He had seen the expression on her face when he had completely destroyed the friendly moment they had had. She had been shocked.

The moment he had heard Jason explaining himself on the other side of the phone, he had bolted back to his apartment. He had half expected to find him and Jenny locked in a torrid embrace. My Jenny. His jaw clenched. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if that had happened. As far as he was concerned, Jenny was his.

She felt the same way. He felt it. When he said making out with her had been uncomfortable, she had hurt written all over her naïve face. She wasn’t so good at hiding her feelings.

Maybe he was flattering himself, but she seemed to not agree on the statement he had made. She had not thought it was uncomfortable. He had known. He had felt it in the way she had clasped him to herself, the way she had met the harshness of his kisses with ruthlessness of her own. Her nipple, pink and soft, had felt so perfect in his mouth. The scent of her skin had been consuming. She smelled of herself, and soap. It was incredibly fascinating, and he had been full of the scent of her. He had showered just to get rid of it. It was embedded in his hands, in his lips, in his skin.

He glared at the bed accusingly.

Although not uncomfortable in the least, it was a mistake. What happened that day was a horrible mistake. It was his fault. All of it. He had made the wrong call. When he had reached forward and kissed her, he had destroyed everything, the balance between friend and …whatever he had been thinking.

But what if Celia hadn’t put an abrupt stop to their frenzy? What if she hadn’t barged in and stopped them? Would Jenny have been in his bed at that moment? Would I have felt her naked body beneath mine?

He shook his head and grabbed a shirt. There was no way he was going shirtless again. It was hard enough as it was. If she ogled his chest again, he was pretty sure he would throw her on his bed and take her. And that he could not risk.

A soft knock on the door made him turn. His heart began hammering wildly. Has she come to tell me that she wants to continue where we left off?

“Can I talk to you, please?” Jenny said from the doorway and he nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Um...can I talk to you in the living room?”

“Sure!” That was a better idea.

He sat on the couch and she sat on the rug, her elbows resting on the coffee table.

“About what happened before you left, Cooper, I feel like we were both too angry, and shocked to really sort it.”

“What about that?”

“Is…Celia your girlfriend? I’m only asking because you argued, and I feel bad, terribly. It’s obvious from the way she was calling you …baby,” she stammered, “that you’ve been…you know.” Cooper smiled and she caught it. “But it’s none of my business.”

“Jen, stop acting differently. It happened. We forgot about it. It’s over.”

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