Page 25 of Touch Me (Complete Collection)

She bit her lip, and moved in front of him. “Come on, Cooper. It’s been three days. Talk to me! Please!”

He glanced up then, and her heart began thudding wildly. It was the first time in days that he had looked at her.

“What do you want me to say, Jen?”

“Say anything. Say how pissed you are at me. Tell me what a bitch I am. Then tell me you love me.”

He scoffed, turning away with his eyebrow raised. “I think those words mean more to me than they do to you. “

“Oh, Coop. I’m sorry. I…I've been thinking about it, and really, I still feel that I didn’t do anything wrong.” When he glared at her, she swiftly amended. “As in wrong wrong! I didn’t cheat on you. When I called him, I hadn’t been sure where our relationship was headed. I never planned to go back to Jason. No matter what.”

“Then why’d you keep him tagging along?”

“I didn’t want to hurt him! That’s all. That the whole sordid story behind that little thing you think was an indiscretion. I was thinking of easing into it, to tell him after a while that it wasn’t possible. What should have I said? Yeah, well, Jason…” she began in a thick, husky man voice. “I started sleeping with Cooper two weeks after I left you. I’m such a slut.”

He crinkled his eyebrows. “Why’re you speaking in a man's voice?”

She sniggered, encouraged by the softness on his face. “Come on, Coop. Don’t do this to us. Please.”

He sighed. “Jen, it’s not really the fact that you called him that’s tearing into me, I always feel like you’re…I feel like Jason’s between us somewhere.”

“What?” she cried.

“Yes. When you say, ‘you’re too big for me’ or ‘you tire me out’ I think, oh, that’s new, and I automatically start envisioning how you felt when you were with him.”

“That’s…silly.”

He stared at her, and realized she was right. “I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

She bit her lip and neared him, sliding her hand over his chest. “I think you’re in love with me.”

He stared back at her deadpan. “I don’t like the idea of another man in your life…like that. It’s been years, and we’ve just found each other.”

“It’s just you and me, Coop. I promise.”

Slowly, he slid his hand over her cheek. “Okay. But you should know, it really tore me up.”

She pursed her lips. “Never again,” she whispered. “I promise.” She rose onto her toes to press her lips against his. He grasped her face, slanting his mouth.

He didn’t close his eyes, and watched her face from up close, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheekbones as she kissed him back. Her hands slid down his back to push his trousers out of the way, and he instantly broke the kiss.

“Not now.” He extracted his body from her eager limbs and sat on the couch. When he picked up the TV remote, Jenny glared at him with her hands on her hips.

“Are you serious?” she exclaimed, stupefied.

“Yeah.” He was shockingly indifferent.

She scowled at him but he didn’t seem to notice. Striding forward, she blocked his view. “I believe I owe you a strip show!” she hissed, and yanked the remote controller out of his hand, switching to a music channel. An old Enrique Iglesias song sounded through the living room, and Cooper fought a smile.

God, she’s beautiful. Her hips round, proportionate to her full breasts, gyrated in time with the song. “You can dance,” he stated, eyes wide in appreciation and surprise. “I should take you out to a dance club sometime.”

She hooked her thumbs through the waistband of her pink shorts, and slipped them down to reveal a white G-string. “You never have the time.”

“I’ll make time…now!” he muttered slowly, his eyes following the descent of her shorts. His cock hardened in his trousers, and he straightened the fabric so it wouldn’t jut out too obviously.

“You're such a boy,” she hissed playfully, turning her back to him. He swallowed at the sight of her round ass, sliced in half by her crack. Her thong was lodged deep inside, and he had the undeniable urge to pull it out with his teeth.

“Why? Because I’m enjoying a strip show by my girlfriend?”

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