His eyes dropped to my breasts, where he could plainly see how much his proximity was affecting me—my stiff nipples peaked against the fabric of my dress, begging for his touch.

Cooper’s lips parted on an exhalation at the sight and he suddenly gripped the backs of my thighs, tugging me with a hard jerk against his straining erection. I grabbed on to his arms to steady myself and our eyes locked.

Mine told him how much I wanted this.

His were fierce with how much he wanted to give it to me.

I felt the bite of his fingers on my bare skin as he rocked me against him, the denim of his jeans catching on my thin, now damp, panties. I whimpered, pushing against him for more.

“Doc, in my dream,” he said, his voice guttural, “I fucked you on the table. Hard. Fast.”

The flip in my lower belly this time was bigger and as he moved me against him again I felt the slick wetness of my reaction to his words. I’d never liked Andrew talking to me during sex. It distracted me. But Cooper’s blunt hot words were like foreplay.

Cooper bent his head to brush his lips gently against mine, and in the process he pressed his cock harder against me. “You up for making a man’s dream come true?” he murmured against my mouth.

Fuck, but he was good with words!

My answer was to kiss him, my tongue flicking against his in a wet, erotic kiss that mimicked everything I wanted our bodies to do. I pulled back, breathless and excited and more alive than I could ever remember feeling.

“Thank God,” Cooper muttered, nipping at my lips as I helped him remove my sweater. Once it was gone he slipped two fingers under each thin strap of my dress and smirked at me. “How come this is the first time I’m seeing you in a dress, Doc?”

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“Today was too hot for pants.” I was surprised I managed a coherent sentence while I was so freaking dazed by the lust roaring through my veins.

“Well, now it’s too hot for clothes, period.” He grinned at me, pulling the straps down my arms until my breasts were bared. His smile disappeared and I felt his cock grow impossibly hard between my legs. “Fuck me,” he breathed, cupping my breasts in his big, warm, callused hands.

I whimpered, arching into his touch as he gently squeezed them and then brushed his thumbs over my nipples.

“You’re beautiful, Jessica,” he said gruffly, and something about him using my name instead of the nickname he’d given me made my sex throb even harder.

My fingers curled tighter around his biceps. “Cooper, please . . .”

At the hot, wet sensation of his mouth closing around my right nipple, my thighs automatically clamped against his hips. He sucked hard and lightning streaks of delicious heat seemed to score down my body to where his cock was currently rubbing against me.

Usually I loved the foreplay. I needed the foreplay.

I was never in an impatient rush to get to the main event.

But I was so unbelievably turned on that all I could think about was getting him inside of me.

“Fuck me, Cooper,” I whispered, straining against him.

He lifted his head to stare at me, breathing fast. “Say it again,” he demanded.

I slid my hands up his arms and behind his neck, my fingers curling in his soft, dark hair. I tugged him close to kiss him again because he was freaking fantastic at it. “Fuck me, Cooper,” I repeated against his lips.

His hands were on my ribs and his grip tightened there. “You have no idea what it does to me when you say those words.”

I smirked, hitching my legs higher against his hips and, in doing so, creating more friction between us. He was going to burst the zipper on his jeans if we didn’t do something about it right then. “I think I do.”

He kissed me again, this time sweet, slow, and languid, and it only fired my impatience.

Cooper abruptly stepped back from my body and I watched in wonder as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, throwing it at a nearby table.

“Holy . . .” I murmured, that impatience I’d been feeling quadrupled at the sight of his taut abs and big, strong shoulders. His tanned skin emphasized his muscled physique.

I’d wanted to explore every inch of him with my mouth and fingers since I’d seen him shirtless at the bandstand.

He really was the most ruggedly beautiful man I’d ever known.

A prick of emotion clogged in my throat as I drank in the sight of him.

He didn’t take time to notice that my drooling over him was mixed with mooning over the fact that we’d found each other just when I most needed it—he was too busy staring at my body. That was okay. If he stared at me like a starving man for the rest of his life I’d be happy.

When he stepped back into my space I reached for him, caressing his stomach, and my fingertips followed his happy trail to the top button on his jeans.

I slipped the button out, but Cooper stilled my hand.

“Me first,” he said.

I got what he meant when he grabbed hold of my ass and lifted me as if I weighed nothing until I was balanced precariously on the edge of the table. Eyes holding mine he hooked his fingers under my panties and began to draw them down my legs.

Cool air caressed me along my naked skin and I felt my core pulse.

My legs automatically opened for Cooper as he stepped between them to slip his fingers into me. “Oh, God,” I groaned.

“Fuck, Jessica, I can’t wait,” he growled as soon as he felt how wet I was.

When his fingers slipped out of me my eyes popped open and I watched impatiently as he pulled a condom out of his wallet, threw the wallet aside, and then unzipped his jeans.




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