Page 17 of 4-Ever Theirs (4-Ever 1)

Andi laughed at that, though she could see the kernel of truth in his eyes. She was so screwed.

How would she leave them behind?

How could she not?

Her future lay elsewhere and they all knew it.

Cooper tore his shirt open, causing the final few buttons to fly across the room and tink off the window. “Oops.”

She grinned as he made equally fast work of shedding his pants and his gray briefs, leaving himself completely open to her unfettered appraisal. He was even more amazing than she’d guessed. All of him was lean and tight, well-muscled but balanced. And his cock…

Andi swiped her knuckles across her lips, hoping she hadn’t actually drooled.

“Better?” he asked with a self-assured grin.

“Yep. Definitely prime beefcake.” She chuckled at his mock-offence.

“Hey. I’m a man, not some slab of meat. I’ve got feelings and shit, you know.” He couldn’t even finish that with a straight face. “I like the way you look at me, sweetheart. Feel free to do it anytime. Makes a guy feel pretty damn good about himself.”

“You should.” Opening her arms, she reached them up to him. “Now come back. I miss you.”

Her throat squeezed as she realized how true those words would be soon.

He lowered himself over her again, this time making her cry out when the weight of his erection thumped onto her belly and their bodies aligned as if they’d joined them a million times before. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

“Don’t think about it now. Let’s just enjoy,” she begged. There was no other way she’d make it through tonight or the others to come.

“I intend to.” He kissed her more deeply then, with a sense of urgency he had masked before.

She was right there with him.

And when they broke apart, gulping for air, he slithered down her body. He levered his shoulders between her legs, then peeled her panties over her hips.

Andi raised her legs and helped, kicking the scrap of cotton into the corner somewhere before splaying her legs on either side of his torso. Without a moment’s hesitation, he buried his face in her pussy, devouring her with a ferociousness he hadn’t come close to when he’d consumed his dinner earlier.

He murmured to her about how good she tasted and how wet she was between laps of his tongue and the tricks his mouth played on her clit. Her entire body began to vibrate before long.

“You close, Andi?” he asked as his fingertip circled the entrance to her body.

“Yeah.” It was all she could manage.

“I want to watch you come for me. I’m going to put my fingers inside you—you ready?” he double-checked, probably because of everything that had happened recently.

“If you don’t, I’m going to—”

She never did get to finish that thought. Because the steady pressure of him invading her clenching sheath combined with the lingual Olympics he played over her clit had her shattering on his face.

Andi climaxed with unabashed enjoyment. She didn’t try to tone down her reactions or hide how fucking much he pleased her. Rapture blew through every molecule of her body. Just when she thought she couldn’t feel any better, he redoubled his efforts, taking her higher and drawing out her passion.

He might have continued going down on her for hours if she hadn’t gotten his attention with a tug on his riotous hair.

He looked up without pausing the action of his tongue. The erotic sight was too much. She lost it again in another mini-peak.

Andi could have sworn she felt him laughing against her moist folds. Damn him.

As she shuddered, she ground out the only four words that mattered. “Fuck me. Now. Please.”

It was the last one that seemed to do him in.

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