Page 25 of Rebels and Roses

Well…when a lady asks so nicely? What’s a guy supposed to do? Savoring was going to have to wait for another time. He was already feeling that familiar pressure in his lower back, pushing him to bury himself balls deep inside of her.

Still, a woman deserved some foreplay. Dipping his head down, he captured an already hard, rosy-tipped breast in his mouth, laving the hard bud while his teeth lightly scraped the sides. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, and a soft moan escaped her full lips, telling him in no uncertain terms that he was on the right track.

He lavished attention on first one, and then the other until she was writhing on the pillows, her eyes half-closed as she whispered his name a few times. There was nothing sexier thanwhen Jane said his name so softly. If he hadn’t already been hard and ready, he would have been after that.

He kissed a damp trail of kisses down her torso and over her hip, nipping softly at the skin before soothing it with his tongue. Her fingers were tangled in his hair as he placed kisses on her inner thigh while his thumb ran circles around her clit.

Her body arched, and her hands reached out to clutch at the bedding, the sheets crumpled in her tight fists. He never stopped his movements, drawing out her orgasm as long as he could.

“Now,” she urged, her palm cupping his unshaven jaw. “Cooper.”

There was no way he could deny her plea. Positioning himself between her silky thighs, he pressed forward, deep and hot. His head spun at the pure pleasure of her tight channel clamping down on him as he began to piston in and out.

As always, this was no pretty and polite coupling. Their bodies, slick with sweat, slapped together with every thrust. Their throaty moans and gasps only encouraged them to fuck faster, harder until they were both spiraling together into the stars. At one point, Jane almost screamed his name, and he was sure that a few expletives from his own lips as his own climax ripped through him, turning him inside out.

When it was over, they collapsed together. He pulled down a throw from the sofa to cover their rapidly cooling bodies. She rested her head on his shoulder, pressing close to him as their breathing and heart rate returned to normal.

Yet, nothing felt normal when they were together. Jane Taylor was a dangerous woman. He just might like her too much.

And it just might be too late to do a damn thing about it.

The next morning,Jane had the early shift at the bookstore. There would be no lolling around in bed until mid-morning, reliving the torrid night of lovemaking she’d experienced with Cooper. She had to get up, shower, and get to work, acting like a responsible adult.

I hate adulting sometimes.

Cooper hadn’t left her apartment until the wee hours of the morning which had meant that she hadn’t slept much. Neither of them had, but he had the absolute nerve to look fresh as a daisy when he walked into the store around lunchtime. She was barely awake, chugging coffee as if her life depended on it, and he was bright and fresh as if he hadn’t spent half the night wrestling in the sheets with her.

“How’s my book selling?”

His question was soft, for her ears only. After all, no one else knew his secret identity.

“Quite well. Everyone has been raving about it. Are you worried?”

He didn’t need to worry. The book was on the bestseller lists and getting excellent reviews. Some people - including herself - thought it the best he’d written. She couldn’t wait to get a few hours of time to read what he’d given her last night. Getting an early view into his work was exciting. And humbling. She was shocked that he trusted her opinion that much.

“I want people to like it.”

“Well, they do. Piper brought over some angel food cake. Are you hungry?”

“For angel food cake? Hell, yes.”

Jane had to deal with a customer, so Cooper wandered over to the coffee bar area alone, chatting animatedly with Amy the college girl who helped them out on a part-time basis. Amy was beautiful, with long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She also had the type of figure that easily turned men’s heads. Right now, Amy was flirting outrageously with Cooper. Jane could hear the laughter from the other side of the store.

She wasn’t jealous. Cooper wouldn’t be interested in someone Amy’s age. At least, Jane didn’t think he would be. He wasn’t catting around town looking for tail.

She didn’t think so anyway. If he had been, he’d been incredibly secretive. There wasn’t a peep in the town gossip about him in the last few months. People were beginning to wonder if he’d lost his mojo with the ladies. From Amy’s behavior today, that didn’t appear to be the case.

Women loved Cooper. All of them. He was a charming bastard that even had Old Lady Henry smiling and laughing. And that old battleaxe hadn’t smiled at anyone in thirty years. But she loved Cooper Winslow. She’d blush like a schoolgirl whenever he was around.

The bell over the door rang and Finn walked in, his gaze going straight to Cooper.

“Hey, Sheriff. Can I help you?”

“I’ve been looking for Cooper. I hoped he’d be here. I need to talk to him.”

“Bad news?”

Finn’s expression was neutral, but he had a decent poker face.

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