Page 35 of Whispers and Wishes (Untouchable 4)

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

The punctuated cursing dragged my eyes open, and I met his stare. “What?” We were both panting, and I swore my heart raced at woodpecker speeds to escape my chest.

“I hate to do this, sweetheart,” he moaned, and I swore I pulsed around him as he started to pull out.

“Wait,” I groaned as he eased out of me.

“Have to Frankie,” he said, his jaw tense and the muscles there clenched. “Need the condom on.”

Shit.

I banged my head back against the pillow as I stopped locking my legs and freed him so he could pull all the way out. It had felt so good. Not that it didn’t feel good with the condom, but that had been so different.

“One sec,” he said in between pants, and there was something gratifying about the fact that his hands shook as he got the condom opened and rolled on. I licked my lips as I watched him.

“Thank you.” The whispered words pulled his glazed eyes up, and he stared at me. “I didn’t notice and it was…it was really nice to just feel you.”

“You have no fucking idea,” he replied in a ragged tone. “You feel beyond fucking amazing. But…not risking you.”

No.

Better safe than sorry.

“Maybe someday…”

“Oh yeah,” he said slowly. “We’ll figure it out.” With shaking hands, he shifted me a little and then moved forward. The first brush of him wetting the tip against me sent little shocks through my system.

I ached for him all over again. “I’d like that,” I told him, and he grinned as he nudged forward again. Inching in with that gentle rocking motion like he hadn’t just been in me, and we were both straining by the time he sank inside.

“I’d like a lot of things with you,” he admitted before he kissed me, and I managed to get my legs wrapped around him. Coop was doing most of the work and having a great deal of care with my right arm, not that I minded if he jostled it. Instead, I ran my left hand over him everywhere I could reach and sucked on his tongue as he thrust it against mine in time to the rhythm he set.

Somewhere in between kisses, he huffed a laugh.

“Still your turn.”

I giggled, torn between want and hilarity. I adored him so much. This was why we’d been friends forever. “I forgot what you picked.”

He kissed a path to my throat as he hooked one arm under to brace my shoulder, and then he lifted my thigh with his free hand. It shifted the angle, and I swore I was seeing stars with every stroke.

“Truth,” he reminded me, then sucked down against the top of my breast.

Right.

Truth.

“Um…” Oh fuck. It was hard to think while he was doing that. I dragged my hand to his hair to pull his head up. He came at my call, but his thrusts grew fiercer and faster.

“Yes?” he managed to tease me, but the veins in his neck stood out. This was just as much a strain for him as it was for me.

The tension coiled tighter and tighter, liquid heat sprawling out through my system.

“What things—” Dammit. “What things do you want—” Oh, he was going to kill me like this. “—want to do with me?” Triumph surged through me for getting it out.

His groan echoed my own, and he kissed me, his tempo increasing. I was burning up, and my skin slid against his. The friction sent shivers racing everywhere. Lips pressed against my ear, he whispered, “Watch you with the guys.” Holy shit. “Maybe join in.” The images that conjured. “Definitely sandwich you with Jake.”

I came. The image alone sent my whole system into overdrive, and it spilled over me as I shattered. I might have screamed. Pretty sure I cried out, but I was shaking and clenching against him as he went rigid and then shuddered. Clinging to Coop, I floated as he buried his face against my throat. It might have been my imagination, but I swore I could feel him pulsing.

Oh.

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