Page 17 of Touch Me (Complete Collection)

The man had humbled himself enough, and he had tried enough. He could have any woman he wanted.

I have a thing for a certain brunette.

He has a thing for me.

Her cheeks flamed as the memory returned – the memory of his mouth on hers, his rough hands on her body. Cooper was harsh, there was a storm trapped inside him and once she relented, she was sure he would throw her around and do as he pleased with her.

She slipped off the bed, and wordlessly pushed her hair off her face. Not once had the word relationship come up. She was glad somewhat. It gave her an excuse. She was sure she couldn’t deal with the drama of that for the next two years.

Should I brush my hair? Should I brush my teeth? No. There wasn’t any time. She wanted to be with him. She had struggled enough.

She glanced up, her breath shaky, and he raised an eyebrow. His torso, naked and bronzed, gleamed in the mellow light. The contours were more pronounced, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she imagined stroking his chest. Frustrated, she rubbed her face with both hands viciously.

“Jen?”

Her gaze lurched up. She waited for him to say more, but when he didn’t, she jerked at the hem of her tank top obsessively.

Her long lean legs were shapely and gorgeous, and he gritted his teeth as he savored the delectable sight. He had never seen her legs, or her bare midriff. He certainly approved of her choice of sleepwear.

It was over. The game, the façade was done. He couldn’t do it anymore. He had laid out his cards, gambled everything, and now it was all up to her. The look on her face, her stance, made it clear that she knew the ball was in her court.

Wordlessly, he reached for the covers and moved them off, away from her hips.

She stood up silently, facing him, her lips parted as she breathed. He reached for her hand and she gave it to him, giving up all the struggles at once. He laced his fingers through hers, watching her hand as if it was the best thing he had ever beheld. Her thighs were aching, her insides quailing in expectancy. His hand, long fingers and broad palm, tightened over her fingers, and he stroked them. Every little touch sent shivers straight to her pussy. She could almost taste what was ahead of her. His forcefulness, his consuming, unthinking passion…

“You're warm.” His words were soft, breaking her reverie.

“Yeah.”

“And you’re shaking.”

She blushed and chuckled. “I don’t know.”

Her face mesmerized Cooper. She was looking at her hand, the one he held, and her parted lips made his balls ache.

She was tense, and she was overthinking everything. He didn’t want her to be stressed out. He had years worth of longings to quench inside the warmth of her body, and he wanted her willing, not shaking.

“I’m scared, Coop,” she whispered as if sharing a precious secret she could only share with him.

His fingers ached to slide down her thigh, touch the soft skin. He fought the urge and stroked her wrist instead, gently, and sensually. “Scared of me?” She thought for a moment before nodding. He smiled. “I think you keep forgetting Jenny, that ’s it ’ s me. I’m still the same Cooper.”

“But you’ve changed.”

He swallowed and his fingers trailed along her knuckles. “So have you, Jenny.”

“I don’t know what we’re doing, and why we’re doing it,” she stammered in confusion, feeling every little touch, his fingers scorching a path over her hand.

“Come.” He dragged her along, out of the bedroom. “This is the guest bedroom. It ’ s not meant for you anymore.”

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Cooper closed his bedroom door behind them and sat on the bed, never leaving her hand as he lay back. She shifted, sitting at the edge, and her chest rose with a harsh breath as he dragged her hard onto the front of his trousers. Jenny’s gaze shot to his.

She gasped and looked away, panting, her hand stiff yet warmed by the heat of his dick. Soft cotton covered his cock, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. It felt good. She relaxed her fingers and shyly returned her gaze back to his. He breathed harshly, his nostrils flaring as he stared straight into her eyes.

Gaining courage, Jenny scooted closer and slid her hand over his dick. She stroked the base and traveled sideways over the trapped length.

Her throat went dry. He was big. His cock was big. She had a sinking, comical feeling that she wasn’t built big enough for it.

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