Cooper (The Family Simon #6) - Juliana Stone Page 0,76

her stomach while he parted her lips with his tongue.

She tasted like heaven, and he kissed her like he was starving. What was it about this woman and her mouth? She whimpered beneath him, and he kneaded her ass, thrusting against her with an urgent need that made him ache.

She kissed him back, her passion real and raw—nothing about Morgan was staged. There wasn’t a coy or calculating bone in her body. Their tongues tangled and danced, and when he would have sunk his fingers inside her, she wouldn’t let him.

Morgan became the aggressor, and he smiled as she pushed him back against the tiles. She looked like an Amazon, all sinewy legs and that long tangle of wet hair falling across her breasts.

Hmmm. Her breasts. He reached for one, and she groaned as his fingers teased the tip, then hissed when he pressed harder. He would have followed up with his mouth, but she shook her head, and in that moment, the power she wielded was something fierce.

Cooper fucking loved it.

“No touching,” she said throatily as her hands trailed across his chest.

His eyebrow shot up, and she grinned wickedly. “No touching for you.”

“Doesn’t seem fair.”

“Just wait.” Her reply was heated, her eyes sultry. “What does this mean?” she asked, leaning forward and sliding her tongue across his taut ab. His tattoo glistened as the water rolled over it, and he tensed, his erection more than a little painful.

“A tattoo.”

“I see that.” Her tongue flicked over him again. “What does it mean?”

“You really want to do this now?”

“Sure do.” She traced the bold, black lines, her touch light, and he snarled as his gut tightened with pleasure.

“My father loved to draw.”

“He was talented.” Her damn tongue was going to be the death of him.

Voice thick, Cooper continued, his gaze glued to the woman before him. “He was. Not many people knew that. A couple of years ago, on his birthday, Maverick and I got drunk and went to a tattoo parlor, where we proceeded to get drunker. I woke up with this, but Rick wasn’t so lucky.”

Her fingers still trailed the lines down his side, and he groaned when she bit him.

“No? What happened to Rick?”

“Reba happened.”

“Reba?” Morgan giggled, and to Cooper, it was pretty much the sweetest sound ever. “Was she a girlfriend?”

“No.” He half grinned, half grimaced as she bent close and licked his nipple. “A dog.”

Her head shot up at that. “Maverick has a dog’s name tattooed on his body.”

“If he was smart he got it removed.” Cooper chuckled. “I’m gonna have to ask Charlie about that.”

She was still running her hands along his body, her perky breasts just out of reach. When her fingers dropped to his groin, he gritted his teeth because it was damn hard to keep control. He reached for her again, intent on finishing what she’d started, but she slowly shook her head and…

Goddamn.

Slid to her knees.

“Morgan.”

It was all he got out, because her fingers slid around the base of his cock, and she gently squeezed him. “Do you like that?” she asked, voice throaty and sexy as hell.

“Is that even a question?” he ground out.

She pumped him slowly and moved closer. “This better?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer, because her mouth was on his balls, and she suckled him while pumping him at the same time.

Cooper’s head fell back against the tiles, and maybe it hurt, but if it did, it only made the pleasure happening between his legs that much better.

“Sweets, you’re killing me.”

“That’s the idea.” Her voice was like whiskey over ice, sexy as hell and full of naughty promise. She took him into her mouth, and Cooper’s blood boiled.

God. The feel of her hot, wet mouth on him made Cooper see stars. He blinked and cleared his head, then glanced down because he needed to see her. The sight of Morgan on her knees between his legs, her mouth on him, sucking and stroking, was a sight he’d take to the grave.

She smiled up at him, a wicked, naughty thing that played around the edges of her mouth. With one more stroke of her hand, she licked her way up from the base and took all of him in.

“Damn.” Voice hoarse and balls tight, he grimaced, not in pain but in the most amazing pleasure ever. His hands crept down to tangle in her hair, and he held her gently. Her lips and tongue and fingers were everywhere, and as she increased the tempo and