Page 26 of Too Delicious

And mostly, I kiss him because I wanted to feel those lips.

Cooper tastes like salt and clean sweat and smells like fresh-cut grass, turning me on beyond comprehension.

The world around me crystallizes into this one thing. The birds chirping in the trees. Flash barking somewhere two streets over. Kids splashing in a pool next door. The flutter of his lashes on my cheek. The grip of his arm braces my waist, holding me tight against his torso. The damp slide of Cooper’s mouth against mine. His tongue teasing my lips.

Someone’s going to see us.

Maybe that’s fine. Maybe a school parent.

Maybe I don’t really care.

I open to his prodding tongue and Cooper licks into my mouth.

It’s too good. Too delicious.

A hand goes to the back of my neck, and my body surrenders, my shoulders slack and my knees weak.

I would wonder how I’m still standing except that arm bracketed around me is everything.

“C-Cooper,” I say, breathless when we finally pull apart.

His chocolate-brown eyes are intense, his gaze hot as he looks over my face.

He drags me behind the hedge and presses me against the siding. I’m between the wood and the massive wall of man, his body and the overgrown hedge shading me from the afternoon sun.

I don’t ask what he thinks he’s doing, dragging me behind the hedge. Instead, I splay my fingers over the planes of his hot, sweaty, dirty chest, my heart kicking against my ribcage.

Acting on only need and instinct, I reach down and unzip his fly, the noise amplified in my mind, telling me there’s no going back to being just friends after this.

His jaw tics as he swats my hand away. My eyes widen in shock as he steps forward, crushing his mouth to mine.

He hitches up my skirt and finds the front of my panties, as if he’s done this a dozen times before. How did his hand get between my legs so quickly?

Do I care?

No, because it feels too good to care. There he is, rubbing his fingers over the material, working my pussy until I’m soaked through.

It’s only when I can’t take any more of that and my body jerks, involuntarily riding his hand, that he pulls back and tugs the gusset aside.

The new sensation of skin on skin has me gasping.

“Oh!”

He shushes me with his mouth on mine, his tongue spearing down my throat, stifling the noise.

At the same time, his rough fingers explore my damp pussy, roughly slipping between my folds. I’m so wet. The noises we make are shocking — scandalous — as he probes, finally finding my clit and sliding a finger along either side of it.

The fabric stretches as he works me over.

I fist the front of his shirt, my fingertips digging into his chest.

Neither of us says a word, not a single word as we do these things to each other.

Yet our bodies are in sync somehow. Our needs have reached a breaking point.

Cooper then slips the tip of his middle finger into my pussy like he owns it. His thumb works over my clit, strumming it back and forth in a pleasing, teasing rhythm. That finger sinks in deeper, roughly stroking my inner walls.

My mouth gapes but no sound comes out. I’m in shock at how good this feels.

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