Cooper (The Family Simon #6) - Juliana Stone Page 0,66

can be good.”

He smiled at that, though the smile left just as quickly, because his orgasm was knocking hard. “We’ve got all night.”

“We do.” She gasped, and he felt her walls tighten. Jesus, he couldn’t hold out much longer. He withdrew completely—grinned wickedly when she protested—and then plunged inside Morgan, pushing into her until he all but disappeared. For one perfect moment, their eyes caught and held.

And then she leaned back, a moan escaping—a moan that turned into a full-on scream as she came for him.

Cooper Simon felt like a champ as he raced toward his own release. Damn right they had the entire night ahead of them. He tightened, plunged into her one last time, and roared as he came.

He was one scream down and a dozen more to go.

24

Morgan came awake slowly and took a few seconds to let her eyes adjust to the early morning gloom. She was in Cooper’s bed, and he lay beside her on his back, one arm splayed above his head, the other flung over her belly. The sheets were a tangle around both of them, and she groaned a little as she tried to move her legs.

She was sore—with a wince, she managed to move her right leg—holy hell was she sore. She wasn’t exactly sure what time they’d headed up to Cooper’s room—she only knew they’d been well onto fourths, and fifths. Each of them giving and taking until they’d exhausted themselves.

She stifled a groan. Of course, even then Cooper had come up with another, more inventive way of making love. No wonder she was sore.

She glanced at him, her gaze moving hungrily across the planes of his face. Shadows crept over his high cheekbones and drifted low across his strong jaw. Hair disheveled and sporting several days’ worth of whiskers, he looked sexy as hell. And that mouth, holy hell, his mouth should be insured for millions of dollars, because no one could give pleasure like that.

Still fast asleep, his features were relaxed, and she saw the boy he used to be. God, he was beautiful.

Beautiful. He’d used that word the night before. Beautiful and Morgan were two words that had been divorced for years.

Suddenly anxious, Morgan carefully detangled her limbs and lifted his arm from her belly. Carefully, she tossed aside the covers and, not bothering to cover herself, slipped from the bed. It was a throwback to the person she used to be, but it was a throwback she didn’t take the time to think about.

A glance at the clock on the table beside the bed told her it was early, barely six in the morning. Stretching muscles that ached and wincing at the sharp pain in her leg, she wandered over to the window, limping a bit. The pain was worth it. A smile tugged at her mouth.

Totally worth it.

She parted the flimsy curtains and spied a robin staring back at her from its perch in the tree across the way. The bird ruffled its feathers, cocked its head, and then, without warning, took off. She watched until it disappeared from sight and then let the curtain fall back into place.

The pile of books she’d spied weeks ago when she’d first cleaned Cooper’s place was still at the end of his bed, and she took a closer look. She ran her fingers down the spines of them, stopping at a few, mouth pursed in amusement. Cooper Simon had an eclectic reading habit. Everything from Aldous Huxley’s Doors of Perception, to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Anne Rice, and Nicholas Sparks. Her grin widened when she spied a hardback by Nora Roberts.

She glanced back at the bed, frowning. She knew nothing about this man. Only what she’d read online. There were no pictures on the dresser—hell, there was still a suitcase full of clothes opened and propped up near the window. Nothing personal for her to tap into and nothing personal that spoke of permanence.

He’d be leaving soon, of that there was no doubt, and Morgan had to be okay with that.

An ache bloomed inside her, and she moved away from the dresser, gaze wandering the room until she spied a large mirror leaning against the wall beside the door. She’d not noticed it the night before, and with a few halting steps found herself standing in front of it.

It looked like an antique, with a heavy frame, and at first she looked everywhere but at her reflection. She noticed the paint on the ceiling was peeling,