Page 68 of Craving Cooper

His tongue delves, and I greet it with my own as his hands roam… one cupping my cheek, while the other skims down my side, dwelling over my breast. It’s so good to be touched… to be wanted like this, and I reach around behind him, letting my hands rest at the top of his ass. I tug, just slightly, and he circles his hips into me, letting me feel his arousal, and I hear the guttural groan that leaves his lips as he pulls back and looks down into my eyes.

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

“I meant to say earlier,” he says. “I was sorry to hear you didn’t sleep very well last night.” He brushes his thumb along my lower lip, making me shudder, and I smile up at him.

“I thought about coming down to see you.”

“When?”

“In the middle of the night… when I couldn’t get to sleep.”

He moans, closing his eyes for a second. “I wish you had.”

“Why?”

“Because I was lying awake thinking about you.”

“And was that causing you a problem?” I ask, leaning in to him, so my breasts are pressed hard against his chest.

“Yeah,” he says. “A big one.”

I giggle and he laughs, although we both fall silent at the sound of someone knocking on the front door.

“Shit… that’ll be Greta,” he says, looking down at the front of his tented pants. I lick my lips, unable to help myself, but I can appreciate his problem.

“Shall I let her in?”

He nods his head. “You’re gonna have to.”

“Hmm… and you’re gonna have to do something about that,” I say, letting my eyes drop to his erection again. It’s enormous, and I bite my lip, wishing I had time for more than staring.

“I know what I’d like to do with it.” His voice is a low growl, and I look up into his blazing eyes.

“So do I.”

He lets out a groan and shakes his head. “Go. Or I’ll have to take you up on that… right here, against the wall.”

“Oh, God… that sounds so good.”

He pulls me close, his eyes searching mine as he holds me by my arms, and whispers, “Does that make you wet, Mallory? Does the thought of me fucking you hard against the wall make you wet?”

“Dripping,” I mutter, just as Greta knocks on the door again.

“Fuck,” he says, shaking his head and pulling back. “You’ll have to let her in.”

He steps away, and I open the door, turning back to see him staring at me, his eyes filled with longing, which I’m sure must reflect my own. I smile, and he smiles back, and then I dash out to the reception, giving Greta a wave of apology as I grab the keys from my desk.

“Sorry. I was talking to Cooper.”

She smiles up at me. “You’re talking to each other again, are you?”

“Yes… yes, we are.”

She nods her head, but doesn’t say anything more. I’m too diverted to offer details and I return to my desk, putting the keys back in the drawer, and watching as she goes into the lunchroom. I daren’t go back to Cooper. We both need to calm down. And besides, there’s work to do…

“Mallory?” I startle at the sound of Cooper’s voice, and look up as he approaches my desk. He’s left the surgery door ajar, his current patient still in there, and he smiles at the middle-aged man who’s sitting waiting his turn.

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