Page 19 of Liberty

The elevator was empty. I stood close to Cooper, looking up at him.

My mind was made up.

I was sleeping with him. Tonight.

He let us into his suite and put the wine down on the kitchen counter.

While his back was turned, I took off my cardigan. Without it, the dress showed a lot of cleavage. I hoped he would like it.

When he turned around and saw me, he grinned.

I guessed he did like it.

“Make yourself at home,” he teased, coming closer.

I smiled shyly, holding my arms out to him. He came closer, pulling me into an embrace.

“You look like you want something.” He shifted, nudging me to take a step backward toward the couch.

I went willingly. “I do.”

“Yeah? What do you want?”

“You. And me. In your bed.”

Cooper raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He ran one hand up my back until he found the zipper of my dress.

He pulled it down, as slowly as possible.

I rose up on my toes to kiss him.

Cooper pulled the straps of my dress down my shoulders. I let go of him, shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor. Immediately, he unhooked my bra and pulled it off, too.

And then he bent down, wrapping his arms around my thighs, and lifted me off my feet.

I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He carried me down the hall, not stopping until he could drop me on the bed. I bounced once on his king-size mattress, laughing.

Cooper pulled his shirt off before leaning over me, kissing me hungrily. I wrapped my arms around his neck again, trying to pull him closer.

I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

“Cooper, please,” I mumbled between kisses.

He responded by sliding one hand between my thighs, pressing one finger against my clit through my panties.

I gasped, pressing against his hand.

He laughed softly, rubbing in slow circles. “Do you always get this wet?”

I shivered, heat flooding my face. “I—”

“Shh, shh. I like it. Don’t be embarrassed.”

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