Page 68 of Forbidden Dreams
Would I be okay if he started seeing someone else? Someone who wasn't off-limits?
I hated the idea of him with someone else, which was ridiculous. I didn't have a claim on him. I peeled the last potato and gave Mom the bowl so she could put them in the mixer.
Everyone was still talking about the design for the bathroom, so I slipped out and went upstairs to get a few minutes to myself.
I closed the door to my bedroom. Since I was the only girl, I didn't have to share a bedroom.
I sat on my old comforter, taking in the pictures on the wall. What had I wanted out of life in high school? I couldn't recall any clear goals. Maybe it was just to be happy. And I was, wasn't I?
There was a soft knock. Then the door opened.
Cooper slipped inside, closing and locking the door.
I stood. "What are you doing in here?"
He pulled me against him. "I wanted to see you."
I rested my hands on his chest, my heart rate picking up. "Did anyone see you come upstairs?"
"I'll tell them I needed to use the restroom." His voice was low and gravelly.
"Don't you think this is risky?" I asked him.
He lowered his lips to mine. "Worth it."
He kissed me, and I twined my arms around his neck. The thought of getting caught in my childhood bedroom only heightened my desire. What were we thinking?
We were risking a lot by being in the same room together. No one would think we were fighting if they found us kissing.
He pulled back slightly. "As much as I want to fool around with you in your childhood bedroom, I'll behave."
I bit my lip. "What if I don't want to be good?"
His eyes flashed. "Are you sure? If we get caught?—"
I didn't want my family to find out about us, because it wouldn't be good for Cooper. But I wanted to forget about that conversation with my mom in the kitchen. "I want to feel good."
"I can help with that." He unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand into my panties. "This reminds me of being a teenager. We only have a few minutes. You think you can come on my fingers?"
I nodded shakily.
"You have to be quiet." He eased his fingers between my folds and sliding one inside of me.
"I can be quiet," I whispered as he worked his finger.
"We'll see about that." He dropped his mouth to mine, and all I could think about was how good it felt to have his fingers inside me.
He made me forget everything when he was near. All sense of reason disappeared. I forgot about my family downstairs and their opinions about my life. I held onto his forearms, needing to ground myself.
His mouth dropped to my neck. "Are you close?"
I arched my neck, giving him better access. "Yes."
He added a second finger; his thumb pressed against my clit.
The waves of pleasure washed over me, making me shake and tremble. I leaned against him as he continued to finger me through the aftershocks. He held me close while I came down from the high.
I moved my hands lower, intending to take care of him, but he caught my wrist. "Are you sure?"
