Page 43 of Charming the Cowboy
He was right about one thing, she did believe in manifestation, so why did she focus on the most negative aspects of everything? There was no point in doing that.
Why did she focus on what she thought might go wrong? Maybe she just needed to think about what might go right.
Funnily enough, the animals hadn’t stopped them from doing this. They were the reason that they were together now. The reason they had kissed down at the bonfire.
Maybe they would’ve kissed at the horse trailer, and maybe this would’ve been the end result. But…
He hadn’t let anything stop this.
Her heart was beating out of control, her whole body desperate for whatever came next, and desperate to linger in the moment as long as possible. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tight. She was arching against him, grinding against the hard cock that she could feel pressing through the front of his jeans.
In some ways, it had been easier to kiss men she didn’t know very well. Because they didn’t know everything about her. Hadn’t known her when she was an awkward kid, hadn’t known what she thought about curses and magic, and the kinds of things that made Cooper roll his eyes, but didn’t make him run away.
He knew everything. He knew every aspect of who she was. Every facet of her, for better or worse, was something he knew about. And she was thinking about his cock.
Which was hot. Honestly, it was hotter. Because there was something sexy, she supposed, about the idea of sleeping with somebody she didn’t know all that well, she had tried it, after all, and had gotten a little thrill out of the attempt. But knowing him, knowing that she was about to find something out about him that only a few people knew, along with all the things she already knew, that was somehow even sexier. To discover what Cooper looked like naked. What he was like when he…
She shivered, and he broke the kiss, cradling her face as he looked into her eyes. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”
His words sent a thrill down her spine. He had never said anything like this to her before. And she was… all for it. All for being treated like Eliana, the woman, not Eliana, his friend’s little sister. Being held by him. Being desired by him. Needed by him. Bringing him to this point. Where he could say this about her.
Where he looked like he was pushed all the way to the edge.
Because she was.
He stripped his shirt over his head, and her jaw dropped. His body was perfection. Sculpted muscles, golden hair sprinkled over his skin.
“Oh… Oh, good God,” she said. She couldn’t hold it back.
He tilted his head. “Commentary?”
“You’re so hot.”
He chuckled, and when he kissed her, she swallowed that laugh. She hadn’t thought that he might be amusing during sex. That he might laugh. That he might smile. But still, that intensity remained. All of that glorious fire in his blue eyes.
He kissed her down to the mattress, his hard body over the top of hers, and her heart was beating wildly, she realized shewas still, sort of, waiting for an interruption. For something to intervene. For something to prevent them from having this. But nothing did. There was no thunderbolt. Only a flash of lightning between her thighs when he stripped her shirt off, and unhooked her bra, leaving her breasts exposed to his gaze, to the chill of the air.
Then he cupped one with his large, rough hand, and she was sure she might die. She’d never gotten this far. She’d gotten her shirt off before, but never her bra. She’d never been touched this intimately by a man.
He moved his thumb over her nipple, and she shuddered.
At the same time, she kept her eyes on his. This was Cooper. Then she couldn’t turn away from that. Couldn’t turn away from this. From the electric need that arced through her every time he touched her, looked at her.
He lowered his head and kissed her neck, kissed his way down to her collarbone, down the plump part of her breast, all the way to her nipple, when he sucked it in deep.
She cried out, arching up off the mattress. She gripped his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. He kissed his way down her body, down to the black leggings that she was wearing, which he stripped away from her slowly, methodically. Even as he did, his mouth hovered over that most intimate part of her for a moment, as he continued all the way down to her ankles, where he stripped the leggings and her underwear away entirely and threw them onto the floor.
Then he kissed her ankle, her calf, her knee, her inner thigh. He moved up her body and traced the tattoo on her hip. “When did you get this?”
“A few months ago.”
“You’re full of surprises.” Then he kissed her right there, trailing to her inner thigh.
“Cooper…”
But before she could protest or say anything at all, his mouth was on her. And then she had no desire to protest. Not in the least. Because it was like lightning. Like fire. His tongue over that most sensitive part of her was everything she had ever wanted and more.
She knew how to pleasure herself – when you were a twenty-seven-year-old virgin, you really had to have that on lock – but this was different. He was in charge. And he was doing things to her that went beyond her wildest imagination. Teasing her, tormenting her, that slick friction hot and perfect.
