Bliss by Kaylee Ryan Page 0,5

my cock. “I need you.” There’s a tremor in her voice, a need I must cater to.

Only me.

Her words send fire coursing through my veins. She needs me, and that’s more than I could ever ask for. I want to be that man for her. The one she can lean on, and the one who fuels her desires. The one who gives her everything she needs, in the bedroom and in life.

Fuck it.

Lifting my head, I grip either side of the dress by the zipper and tug. The silk fabric tears. Reese gasps, the sound echoing throughout the room. With the fabric still gripped tightly in my fists, I pull until the dress falls from her body. Underneath, I find my Reese wearing a white lace thong and matching bra. It’s as if she’s a gift, not just to me but to my heart, and my cock, one we can’t wait to unwrap.

“I don’t know where to start,” I murmur, raking my eyes over her body. She makes the decision for me when she slides her fingers into the waistband of her thong. She shimmies her hips, and the tiny piece of fabric slides to the floor. When she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, I place my hands over hers, stopping her. “Let me.” My voice is low and husky. I’ve thought about this moment a thousand times. Finally, after years of hiding and denying my attraction to her, we’ve come to this.

“Cooper,” she whispers.

I lean in and kiss the back of her neck, my lips trailing over to her bare shoulder. I want my lips on every inch of her skin. I want to trace every curve. I want to memorize her. Then, I want to do it all again. Over and over again, every fucking day for the rest of my life.

Unsnapping her bra, I slide the straps over her shoulders. I watch as she removes each arm and tosses the white lace to the floor. I don’t bother to look where it lands. No, my eyes are glued to her smooth, silky skin. When I reach out with my index finger between her breasts, she shivers. “You cold, baby?” I ask, my voice thick.

She turns to face me. Her eyes, although still red from her tears, are filled with longing.

“I lo—” I start to tell her again, but she rises on the balls of her feet and presses her lips to mine. I can feel the tremble in her hands as she presses them to my bare chest.

The time for talking is done. Time to show her how much I love her.

Chapter 2

Reese

I’m an entangled mess of emotions. I’m supposed to be celebrating my nuptials with Hunter, the man I was engaged to just hours earlier, yet here I am, in a hotel room with my best friend. My best friend who decided the day before my wedding to tell me he’s in love with me. I don’t know if I believe him. I know Cooper, and he’s always been protective of me. He’s never thought that anyone was good enough for me, and I have a strong suspicion that’s what this is about.

Regardless, his confession of love made me think. In fact, thinking is all I was able to do all last night, and throughout the day. I came to the conclusion that I didn’t want to marry Hunter. He’s a great guy, but he was safe. When Cooper pushed me away, I was broken, and Hunter was sweet, and never pressured me. Hell, he had his own beliefs. We respected one another, but I don’t love him. Not like I should.

I just walked out on my wedding, and I’m more torn up about the fact that Cooper is here telling me he loves me. I’m upset because I want more than anything for his words to be true, but I just can’t trust them. He’s broken my heart in the past. I kept that from him. The pain, the agony he caused. I never let the pain show. That’s my mistake, my issue, and I need to be honest with him, and I will be.

However, for once, I’m being selfish. I want him. I want to know what it feels like to have his body pressing into mine. I want to know what it feels like to be a part of him. For us to be one together. I’ve fantasized about him for years, and I’m giving in to temptation. He’s here,