His chest rumbles with laughter. “Little late to get all shy now, isn’t it?”
“Shut up,” I grumble, trying to scramble off him, but it’s no use. His big hands hold me just where I am, not letting me run.
He swats my ass when I struggle against him, and a moan slips free.
“Stop squirming.” He grips my hips tighter, that sting of pain and pleasure I’m learning to love biting at me again.
“Man, you’re bossy,” I complain.
“You like it.”
I lift a shoulder. “It’s okay.”
He shifts his hips, his hard length pressing harder between my ass cheeks. “Do I need to remind you how much you like it?”
“N-No.”
“That’s what I thought.” He reaches up, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. “How do you feel?”
“Physically?” He nods. “Like Jell-O.”
He chuckles, dancing his fingers down my chest and to my right breast, which is definitely bruised from his love bites. He gently runs his fingertip across it, and my nipple hardens under his touch.
“I wasn’t too rough?”
I shake my head. “No. But it was…surprising how rough you were.”
“Good or bad surprising?”
“Good,” I whisper. “Very good.”
He grins wolfishly as he continues to swirl his finger around my nipple, watching it move over the sensitive bud.
Longing stirs between my legs, and it’s crazy how such a simple touch can make my body feel like it’s on fire, even after all we’ve already done tonight.
I should be tired. I am tired.
But I want him again even more.
His thick brows furrow together. “And emotionally?” He meets my eyes, pausing his gentle strokes. “How are you feeling emotionally, Caroline?”
There it is again, that tone when he says my name.
Confident. Like he knows he has me all wrapped up inside.
“I’m…okay. A little confused and scared. But mostly okay.”
“Scared?” I nod. “Of what?”
“This.” I swallow thickly. “Of how good it feels.”
“It does feel good, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t just mean physically,” I tell him. “It’s…other ways.”
“I knew exactly what you meant.”
I drop my head, shaking it. I look at my hands pressed on his chest, curling my fingers into the hair that’s smattered across it. It feels so…normal.
“This is all so strange, Cooper,” I admit.
“I know.”
“I mean, look at us. I’m straddling you—naked, I might add—while your cock is rubbing against my ass. I’m getting wetter by the second just thinking of what transpired between us and how much I want to do it again.”
Heat blazes in his eyes, and a grin pulls at his lips.
“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything about the wet part…”
I swat at his chest. “Stop it! This is embarrassing.”
He laughs. “It’s not embarrassing for me. You’re over here lamenting on about my massive cock and all the ways I make you horny. Baby, this is heaven.”
“I never said a single word about your massive cock.”
“So you agree? You think it’s massive?”
Another blush. “Cooper…”
He shakes with laughter, gripping my hips, knowing me well enough to know I’ll try to run again if he doesn’t hold me still.
Except with where he has me trapped, I feel his cock rubbing against my ass, and I don’t think I’ll ever want to run from that.
“I’m teasing. Sort of.”
“How are you feeling?” I ask him.
“Physically?” I nod. “Like Jell-O,” he echoes.
I grin. “And emotionally?”
He sighs. “The same as you, I think. This is completely unfamiliar territory and it’s a little strange, but it also feels…”
“Natural?”
“I was going to say wet.”
I smack at him again, and he chuckles, grabbing my wrists.
“Stop hitting me.”
“Stop teasing me.”
“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t tease.” He sets my hands back on his chest. “And I am, Caroline. I’m still me, okay? And you’re still you. I don’t want to forget that. We have history and I don’t want to just pretend we don’t, but I also don’t want that history to get in the way of whatever’s happening here.”
“You mean you want me to forget about that time you tried to jump the fence to the quarry, fell, and farted so loud it echoed and the guards caught us?”
“God yes. Don’t ever think about that again.”
“I don’t know…it’s kind of burned into my brain forever.”
“Caroline…”
I giggle when he dances his hands up my sides, tickling me. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! It’s all forgotten.”
“Good.”
He relents his torture, then pulls me down, capturing my mouth with a slow, languid kiss.
The wetness between my legs grows at every stroke of his tongue against mine. I’m ready for more, and I’m just about to