Page 26 of Cooper’s Promise

“Oww! What the hell was that for?” he cried out. He pressed his hand against his left ear.

“You. Are. A. Dumbass!”

“What’d I do?”

“I. Am. Not. Your. Fucking. Sister!”

He stared at her incredulously. There she was, standing there, breathing heavily, and it looked like he might take a step backwards, but then he burst out laughing. He picked her up and grabbed her in his arms, and twirled her around.

“You are the most amazing woman in the world, Brenna Wells, and you sure as hell aren’t my fucking sister.” He maneuvered them until they were in front of the couch. Then he dropped down, pulling her with him.

Cooper’s laughter felt like champagne bubbles were bursting through her system.

After a time, his mirth subsided, and his hands cupped her cheeks. “Fuck, Brenna, you are a goddess.”

“Nope. Not a goddess, not a sister, I’m nothing that requires a pedestal. I’m just a woman.”

His hands began to drift over her body. “You’re absolutely right.” Brenna sighed as his palm covered the lush flesh of her breast and molded it, his fingers plucking at her nipple through the cotton top and lace bra. She let out a sharp cry of need.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said in wonder.

“Your hands are magic.” She reached up and tried to tug his head towards hers.

“The things I intend to do to you, the mind boggles.” His tone was dark and filled with mystery. It made her tingle.

“Tell me more,” she demanded, as she tugged harder on his short hair.

“Ah, baby. I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“You know, if you keep up with the hype, you’re setting me up for disappointment.” He threw back his head and laughed.

“Can’t have that, now can we?” He swooped her up into his arms and started walking towards his bedroom. She let out a startled yelp.

“I’ve dreamed about having you in my bed. I hope I live up to the hype,” he grinned down at her.

Oh, he would. She was more turned on from his smile than she had been when she was naked with her one other lover. When he laid her down on his downy white comforter, she reached up for him. He knelt down on one knee, and trailed his fingers down her cheek.

“I need to see you, touch you, feel your skin against mine.”

She moistened her lips, but she couldn’t get any words to come out. Instead, she got lost in his eyes. She wanted that, too. She pulled up her t-shirt, and he helped her take it off. His gaze felt hot on her body. Warm fingers unhooked the front clasp of her bra. He sucked in a deep breath.

His mouth was on her breast, licking around the tip. “Cooper!”

She grasped his head to draw him closer. He couldn’t be moved. Swirling his tongue all around her nipple, she couldn’t breathe for the pleasure.

“More,” she begged.

His hand plumped her breast, so that all of the blood went to her engorged tip, causing layer after layer of sensation to coalesce in that one spot. Finally his mouth closed over her nipple and she shuddered at the devastating touch.

Then his other hand trailed along her tummy, and he unzipped her jeans. He was in her panties, and he found her drenched flesh. He hummed as he tortured the bud of her nipple, then fingers plucked her clit. Brenna slammed her eyes closed. Stars danced behind her eyelids, as she shot off into space.

“Cooper!” she screamed.

He bit gently, as he plunged a finger deep. She screamed again.

She roused to find herself naked, held skin to skin next to the heat of Cooper’s muscled body. His eyes glittered down at her. “Brenna, I need...”

“I need, too. I need everything you have to give. You don’t scare me, Cooper Laughlin. I need all of you, every part of you. I’m begging you, don’t hold back.” She saw the moment when that hint of vulnerability morphed into something else, something dark and molten, and she shivered. At last.