Cooper (The Family Simon #6) - Juliana Stone Page 0,63

think I’m going to like the way you taste, Morgan.” He leaned close and swept his mouth across hers. “I think I’m going to like it so much, I might have to have seconds…”

His finger found that spot, the one that would make any woman fall to her knees.

She groaned.

He grinned.

“And thirds.” Again he thrust his finger deep inside, angled just so, while his thumb found her clit.

“Dinner was great,” he said, pulling back. Cold air fell across her heated skin, and everything inside her was on fire. He reached for her and scooped her into his arms, walking toward the large sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace.

“Wasn’t dinner great?” he asked again, gently laying her on her back.

Morgan nodded. She couldn’t answer, because at the moment, she couldn’t really function.

“But dessert,” Cooper said wickedly, reaching for the button on his jeans. He paused, that wicked grin once more in place. “Dessert is going to blow your mind.”

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Cooper knew he needed to take his time with Morgan, but hell, it was damn hard to keep his shit together when he wanted her so bad. He wanted to be inside her…wanted to make her come and watch as she did. From all the pleasure. Pleasure he gave her.

Her sweet face riveted him. Her big eyes were so pale, they appeared colorless in the muted light. They held so much, and it was easy to see. This woman wasn’t coy. She had no agenda, no need to play games. It was all there for anyone with half a brain to see. Desire. Need. And fear.

He got it. The scars on her body were hard for her. He’d be a liar to say they hadn’t made him cringe a little—but not because he found them repulsive or ugly. Because he knew they’d caused her so much pain. More importantly, they’d been born out of tragedy.

He knew it had taken a lot for her to get to this point. To let him see her. The real Morgan. It made him want her all the more. Made him want to wipe away every last bit of fear and pain he saw in her eyes. Made him want to hold her up and never let her come down so that the shadows that plagued her could never reappear.

He wanted Morgan to have an amazing night. One that would free her from the chains holding her back. One that would awaken the woman inside. He’d had a small glimpse of the kind of woman Morgan could be, and he was hungry for more.

Cooper reached for his zipper and freed his aching cock. He smiled savagely, enjoying how her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was commando—boxers were overrated—and hard as a rock. He ached with need, his balls tight and ready.

He tossed his jeans onto the sofa and ripped off his shirt, taking a moment to calm himself. He really needed to clamp down on things, because, hell, how embarrassing would it be if he blew his load before he’d had a chance to make Morgan scream his name?

And there would be screaming. Lots and lots of screaming.

Now naked and hot, sweat forming a slick sheen on his body, he knelt before her, gently taking hold of Morgan’s feet and touching every inch of them before sliding his hands up to her knees. Her eyes were now closed, that wild mane of hair a dark pillow surrounding her head. There was resistance there, and he growled like an animal, slipping his hands beneath her knees.

“I need to see you, darlin’.” The pulse at her neck mesmerized him. He knew she was worked up something fierce. Her breasts rose and fell, the engorged nipples tight and pink, and a soft sound escaped from between her lips. It was short and sweet and hot as hell.

“Open for me, Morgan,” he coaxed, applying a small bit of pressure until her legs slowly fell apart, the light blue scrap of fabric between them damp with desire.

Cooper leaned over her, watching closely as he lazily trailed his fingers along her outer thigh until he reached the long, jagged scar that sliced across perfect, supple skin. She jerked a bit, lids shut so tightly, her lashes sweeping downward.

He ached for her. He knew how hard this was.

He bent forward, his mouth replacing his hands, and traced the entire line with slow, gentle kisses, until he reached her hip. Then he turned his attention to the other side, repeating a slow