Page 27 of Too Delicious

When I come, it’s like lightning. I close my eyes and let my body do what it wants to do, coming all over his wicked fingers.

When I open my eyes, Cooper’s dark gaze is on me. Daring me to look away.

The fabric stretches some more, and finally, there’s nothing left to give. It tears, biting into my skin.

It hurts a little but I don’t care. The next thing I know, Cooper is nudging his thick, hard cock against my center.

A million thoughts run through my head. This is happening. I’m having sex outside. In broad daylight. Okay, we’re hidden by some arborvitae but we are doing it. Standing up. Anybody could walk up and see us. The mail carrier, the UPS driver. Anybody.

Would I care?

I get lost in his dark gaze as he moves, lubing up his cock in my wetness. He reaches down between our bodies, claiming it all. Using my arousal to coat himself.

I don’t have to look down to know what he’s doing. And neither does he break eye contact. Under my shocked gaze, the muscles of his shoulder bunch and ripple as he readies us both.

Oh god, I can hear…everything.

For half a second, he teases me with it. The nerves explode in my overstimulated clit at the contact.

With a half smile, he rips my panties off the rest of the way, then hoists both my thighs skyward, wrapping my legs around his middle.

He doesn’t have to tell me to hold on tight. He just gives my outer thighs a squeeze with those large, rough hands.

I circle my arms around his neck and get ready for the ride.

Cooper slides in quickly, deeply, pausing for half a second, his eyes on mine. He sees the urgency in my face, my flared nostrils, the wild look no doubt painting my face. I haven’t had it in a while and now that he’s presented me with an opportunity, there’s no going back. He’s reawakened my needs and he’d better follow through.

Cooper sinks to the hilt, and he’s so big I feel like I may split in two.

I let out a little surprised shriek, which he stifles with a hungry kiss, dipping his head down between his two bracketing arms.

Being stretched by him is the most glorious, dirty feeling.

He’s definitely going to leave a mark.

Cooper wastes no time finding his rhythm. He moves in me, and out of me, like the devil is chasing him.

It’s all heat, sweat, spit, and dirt as we hump in the hedge like two rabbits in heat.

Like two people who just need to feel something.

That’s all this is.

And that’s perfectly fine.

He didn’t ask me on a date.

He didn’t ask me to marry him.

He never asked me to trust him, but he’s earned my trust as a friend.

The realization hits me. We have the perfect scenario, really.

Cooper can be my friend and be—whatever this is. It’s been too long, and I am a woman with needs.

Why shouldn’t we fuck? We’re grown adults and no one can judge us.

Cooper’s pace quickens. Deepens.

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