Page 15 of Touch Me (Complete Collection)

He sat back and she felt her body tense, her follicles standing up in heat. She was cold and hot at same time and her breath became harsher. He tilted his head toward her and smiled.

Half an hour into the movie, just when she thought that she had gotten a grip over the insane effect of Cooper’s nearness, he reached around her and held her shoulders.

Cooper couldn’t ignore it anymore. He had to admit the obvious fact. He wanted Jenny. She was there, and they were alone, and he had a constant erection for the past half an hour. She was stiff in his hold, and he knew the reason.

He stroked her shoulder and held her tighter, trying to make her relax. The urge to turn around and kiss her was too strong and he swallowed, looking at her. She tilted her face up, smiling sweetly, and he grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

Jenny’s heart stopped. His mouth was so close. When he had kissed her before, it had been quick, and she hadn’t known what hit her until her pussy responded with fervent need. But at that moment he was ogling her lips like he wanted to feast on them, like he was starving to bite them while stroking her chin gently. The movie played and he didn’t turn to glance at the TV, nether did she. His breathing was deep and even, but hers was getting shattered. I have a thing for a certain brunette. At that instant she knew; plain, brown-haired, brown-eyed Jenny was exactly what he had been talking about.

He’s playing me. He’s not looking for a relationship. He just wants to get laid and I’m here.

No. He can’t do that. He can’t do that to me at least. She swallowed. She didn’t know anything about him. Cooper was definitely capable of anything. She barely knew the man that he had become. He just wants to get into my pants.

The conflict went on furiously in her brain and he leant closer, clasping her chin tighter while gauging her expressions. She hadn’t pulled away yet. He had given her a chance to stop him. She hadn’t. No matter what she said or did, she wanted him to kiss her.

He gazed into her eyes, watching the confusion cross her beautiful face, and pressed his thumb down onto her bottom lip. Her mouth opened and she gasped as he bent over determinedly. Pushing at his shoulders, she tilted her head to the side and jumped off the couch, striding to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

There was a storm spiraling in to madness in Jenny’s body. Her legs were shaking, and so was everything between her thighs. She grabbed a mug and poured herself a cup of coffee. He was going to kiss me. She hadn’t even known that she had pulled away until after she had, and now she was just in a daze. She brought the mug to her mouth and took a long sip, lurching backward as she burned her tongue and lip.

“Unh!” she groaned and bit her lip, clenching her eyes shut as the scalding coffee burned a path down her chest. “God!” she whispered, clasping the marble counter, her eyes watering from the fire in her throat.

“Are you okay?”

She whirled at the sound so close behind her and he grasped her face in both hands. She tensed, pulling backward, but the marble countertop was digging painfully into her back.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She attempted to push past him but his hold became tighter, unrelenting. She glared up at him and he stared emotionlessly back. “Let me go. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable again,” she hissed irately through her teeth, and Cooper caught the hint of hurt in her eyes.

So that was it.

His eyes narrowed and he let her face go free, moving out of the way. She strode back to the couch and sat on one corner, while he watched her from his vantage point in the kitchen.

Now he really was uncomfortable. His cock was aching, his balls getting heavier by the second. Having Jenny around in his apartment hadn’t been the smartest idea after all. Maybe I should set her up somewhere else. A hotel or some place. But she would never agree.

As soon as he took a step toward the couch, she stood up casually, straightened her loose, baggy t-shirt, and moved toward her bedroom. “I'm exhausted. I think I should go to bed early.”

“Mhmm?” He changed direction and stopped her from moving any further. “Jenny? Look at me.”

His tone was harsh. She couldn’t help but do as he asked.

“We’re not kids anymore.” He glared at her.

“Yes, I see that.”

“We’re adults, and we very obviously want each other.”

“What?” she cried, chuckling in shock at his bluntness.

He reached for her face and she lurched backward, but he grabbed her arm instead to draw her nearer. She shuffled in his hold, not meeting his eyes, her gaze glued to the front of his t-shirt. His hand rested on her back for an instant before sliding upward, lifting her baggy shirt, baring her skin, and stroking it.

With a shattered gasp, she attempted to bolt but he was holding her tightly, her small body crushed against his tall, muscled one. Wordlessly, she struggled to pull away and wordlessly he rubbed her back, holding her imprisoned.

“Stop it, Cooper!” she whispered and the words didn’t have any commitment whatsoever. She cursed herself. Her pussy was tingling. Her boobs seemed to be tugged toward his chest by some force that she was trying very hard to fight.

“Look at me!” he roared and she gazed up angrily. Her mind was in turmoil, her body distressed at being stroked…on only her back. She wanted to be wrapped in his arms, naked, their skin touching. The ache in her pussy was agonizingly obvious to her troubled resolve. “Do you feel that?”

“What?”

“My hand. Do you know where I’d rather rub you?”

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