Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,73
the covers, even as my knees wanted to pull higher.
“So, so good for me,” he whispered as his breath feathered over my lips and he pushed inside of me. I couldn’t stop it. The orgasm rattled over me, and he caught my cry with his kiss. I gripped at the sheets holding my arms wide and almost laughed when Ian wrapped my legs around him as he began to rock into me.
I splintered, everything going to white noise and bliss. Somewhere in the middle of that, I exulted to his words of praise and loving touches. I wanted to say something. Anything. Thoughts kept fading off, incomplete.
“Shit.” Coop’s voice penetrated the decadent haze. “Sorry.” The door closed abruptly. “I didn’t see anything,” he called, and Ian let out a groan and a laugh where he nuzzled against my throat. Oh, he sounded nice and relaxed. I tingled from head to toe. “But we’re going to talk about what I didn’t just see,” Coop added.
“Fuck off,” Ian answered, his voice calm and measured.
“Fucking off.”
I tried to drag my eyes open, but Ian had my wrists free and he cuddled me against his lap, and I sighed. Right there was where I wanted to stay. Nothing else mattered except that I was safe and warm and loved.
It was another hour before I opened my eyes all the way again. The pleasant floating haze coupled with being deliciously wrapped up against Ian made me want to just go back to sleep. At the same time, I didn’t want to miss anything more.
“Hey,” he murmured, stroking my cheek. “Back with me again?”
“Uh huh.” Giddiness bubbled through the floatiness, and I sighed as he kissed me. “I’m great.”
He chuckled. Though now that I was awake, he had me drinking water and helped me sit up, but I was boneless. It was Sunday morning and almost eleven, and I hadn’t gotten out of bed. Wow.
Eventually, I wandered toward the shower on wobbly legs, while Ian promised to go get food started for us. I didn’t even realize Jake and Coop were there until I wandered out after the shower to find them both sitting on the sofa, game controllers in hand.
“Hey,” I greeted them and wandered over on loose limbs. When Jake opened his arms, I settled right into his lap and curled up to him and tucked my head to his shoulder. I really could just go to sleep. Coop studied me with a small grin, and I wiggled my fingers at him and blew him a kiss.
“Food’s almost ready,” Ian called.
Right. Food.
I’d almost forgotten.
“What are we having?” Coop asked.
“Frankie and I are having omelets.”
“You can make an omelet?” Jake challenged.
“Yes,” he sounded almost smug. “I’ve been expanding my culinary expertise.”
I giggled at the description. “I don’t need culinary, I just need edible.”
“It’ll be that, too.” The scent of bacon hit me a split second before the plate was in front of me. Oh, fried potatoes. Cheese omelet. Bacon. I squirmed in Jake’s lap, and he lifted me over to sit between him and Coop as I accepted the plate. My stomach growled, and Tiddles let out a yodeling meow as he charged out of the second bedroom. The boys’ room was what I’d begun to think of it as, and Tiddles had definitely made himself at home in there.
He leapt up onto the sofa and then rubbed against the back of my head.
“This looks amazing,” I almost gushed, but I was so freaking hungry.
“It does,” Coop said, reaching for the bacon on my plate. Jake smacked his hand, then tried to steal a piece for himself, but Ian smacked him and I laughed as they all glared at each other. Despite what he’d said, he’d made enough for Coop and Jake too, but when they got up to get their plates, Ian slid into Jake’s abandoned seat and gave me another kiss before stroking his hand over my hair.
“That was clever,” I teased, and he grinned.
“I thought so.”
And after food and coffee, I curled up with Ian while Jake and Coop played their way through three levels of their game before Ian joined them. At some point, I’d need to get up and do homework, but I wasn’t in too much of a hurry to do anything. As soon as Archie got there, it would be perfect.
“Jake, move your ass,” Archie called through the door. “I need to shave, and Coop’s still in the other shower.”