Page 16 of Touch Me (Complete Collection)

No words formed. She was dying, shaking with the urge to give up. It didn’t matter that she thought he was a player. She only wanted to see his body naked, feel his cock stretching her insides. His blue eyes were drawing her into their depths. She remembered the old Cooper again. She couldn’t gaze into his eyes and not remember.

His hand stubbornly slid over her back, over her ass, and delved down between the cheeks.

“Unh!” she groaned and jerked. Her pussy was a wet, quivering mess.

He yanked her closer and her face was pressed against his neck. “Do you feel how hard you make me, Jen?” It took a moment for her to realize that there was something very hard and unbending poking her in her stomach. The thrill of knowing that he was so aroused made her go limp and she inhaled sharply. “You can’t lie to me, Jen. I know you want me.”

“I don’t!” she mumbled against his shoulder, her traitorous body relaxing a little as his fingers stroked her crack, and delved even lower. As soon as they touched the wet spot on her PJs where her pussy was juicing through, she lurched in shock and he instantly let her go.

A smile spread across his face. “Liar!” he said with a chuckle and she pursed her lips, burning in mortification, her cheeks ablaze. She slammed the bedroom door shut and pressed the lock in the center of the knob. It wouldn’t catch.

Frustrated, she jerked off her wet PJ bottoms and baggy shirt, and slipped into a white tank top and blue shorts. She snuggled beneath the covers on the bed. Her breath was shattered. The lust flowing through her veins was unreal. She didn’t remember the last time she had felt so desperate to throw away everything and just claim the prize that was hiding in a man’s pants.

With Jason, she had always had to be urged to have sex. The last few months with him had been completely dull and sexless. She hadn’t even felt like she was missing out on something. And now, she did.

Cooper’s dick had been hard for me. So hard. She clenched her eyes shut and squeezed her pussy. It was drenched through, wetting her shorts. It was annoying and she wanted to wash herself, but she didn’t trust herself to get out of the bed. I’m not moving. If she left the bed, she would surely go out and take off his pants to see his dick. It was an overwhelming craving.

Two hours later, Cooper rubbed his eyes, while his gaze remained unfocused on the TV screen. The situation was insane. He was twenty-eight years old, a successful businessman, and he was sitting with an erection for the past couple of hours, aching for the girl asleep in his guest bedroom. The need to have her pussy, and feel the wetness sheathing his cock was obliterating everything. Going forward with Jenny would surely shift their relationship forever. But he had already shaken the balance beyond redemption. Seeing her after years had made him desperate to keep her close to him. If he slept with her…he couldn’t even imagine how vulnerable he would become.

He was infatuated like hell and aroused like he had never imagined he could be. He felt nostalgic. He had only felt this sex crazed when he was a teenager.

Sighing, he stood up. He had already destroyed all pretense of not being into her when he held her and touched her ass. It had been too tempting. He wasn’t used to holding himself back. After what had already happened that night, he was terrified that he would wake up and she’d be gone. She would wake up in the middle of the night and disappear.

He had to make himself clear. He had to make her know what he wanted. No more games.

He strode swiftly toward the front door of his apartment and locked the door, before pulling out the key and throwing it above the refrigerator. The heights of childish behavior he was willing to go to, just to make her stay, made him chuckle.

With Jenny, he had learned new things about himself. He had never had a long-term relationship. He had never lived with a woman, and he didn’t give a damn when they left after his unaffectionate nature became too much to bear.

Now he gave a damn.

He knocked on Jenny’s bedroom door softly. When no reply came, he opened the door and saw her body curled into a fetal position. His breath was harsh as he took the gamble. If this paid off, he was sure as hell that he would be a very happy man.

“Jenny?”

She didn’t move, so he stepped in. She lurched upright. “What do you want?”

“Were you asleep?” he asked dubiously.

“Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t. Do you have a problem?” she shot back furiously.

He stared at her, and slid his hands into his pants pockets. In the mellow light of the lamp spilling over his strong features, he looked like a force to be reckoned with. He also looked heartbreakingly hot.

“I have a problem.”

“What?” she swallowed as his ominous expression registered.

“My dick’s hard for you, Jen, and you’re so wet for it that I can taste it in the air. That’s my freaking problem,” he almost yelled. “I want to fuck you, Jen! That’s my problem! I want to touch your tits and feed on them all fucking night! That’s my problem! Now you tell me why you’re sleeping in the guest bedroom when you sure as hell should be sleeping with me?”

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Jenny swallowed past the lump in her throat. She had goose bumps. She gaped at Cooper, who had a frigid expression freezing his face. She stared at the wall, at the bookshelf on the wall. Don’t look at him! She wished the bed would swallow her up whole.

Why am I fighting? I want him.

No! No way. He had planned this all along. He just wants to score.

But it’s Cooper! And he threw Celia out, didn’t he?

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