Tempting Taylor (10 page)

“What do you think?”

He didn’t respond. The heat in his eyes was enough to singe
her skin as he came closer.

Her breathing accelerated. “What are we going to do now?”

Cooper pulled her into his arms and palmed her buttocks. “I
have a pretty good idea.” He pulled her upward, fitting her against the stiff
flesh pushing against the zipper of his pants. Through the layers of their
clothes, she felt his cock jerk against her pussy.

Taylor barely had time to draw a breath before he slanted
his mouth over hers. He kissed her like a starving man, sending his tongue
within her mouth in deep strokes, a mere mimic of what they were going to do
soon. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and attacked the buttons of his
designer shirt. When she encountered warm, male skin, she sighed with pleasure.
Her wandering hands sought his belt buckle, but he stopped her. His heavy
breathing echoed hers as he closed his eyes.

“We can’t.”

“What?”

He opened his eyes, dark with torture, and expelled a harsh
breath. “Fuck. I wasn’t thinking. I came here straight from the charity ball. I
didn’t think to stop—I’m not prepared. I didn’t bring anything with me.”

She cut his words off with a kiss. “I’m on the Pill.”

He stilled.

“I have to take it to regulate my hormones,” she explained
in an embarrassed rush. “I-I’m healthy.”

He exhaled. “I donate blood every couple of months. I get a
physical every year. I just had one last month. I’m clean. I don’t have any
diseases.”

Her thighs actually trembled. “We don’t need a condom.”

“Thank you,” he whispered fervently. With stunning
swiftness, he whipped her top off and disposed of her shorts. She helped him
undress, pushing his pants down to his ankles until he kicked them off. With
that done, he picked her up and guided her legs around his waist. A ripping
sound broke the silence. Taylor looked down in time to see her panties flutter
down to floor, a white lacy flag of surrender. When he finally slid his long,
rigid length inside her, they both moaned.

It felt so good.

Her back hit the door with a soft thud as Cooper planted his
feet on the floor and started thrusting. It was hard and fast, exactly what she
needed. His hips powered inside her, penetrating deeper than before. Sharp,
delicious tingles raced up her spine, signaling the imminence of her orgasm. A
moment later, she came, his name a cry on her lips. Dimly she was aware of him
heaving one powerful thrust and then she felt hard spurts splashing against her
quivering pussy as he came inside her.

“Someday,” he panted against her neck, “I promise, I will be
able to make love to you like I’m not in a goddamned race.”

Incredibly enough he was still hard inside her. She
struggled to catch her breath. “You notice I’m not complaining.”

“I assure you, I do know how to slow the pace.”

She caught her breath as he flexed inside her. “Oh yeah?”

He let out a brief chuckle. “Definitely.”

“You’re in luck. I’m free for the next, oh, six or seven
hours.”

“Is that all? I better not waste my time then.” He hefted
her higher and strode down the hallway to her bedroom. “The shower is in
there?”

Taylor bit her lip. Every step he took pushed him higher
inside her. She was so wet he slid with ease. “Uh-huh.”

Cooper made straight for the bathroom and reached inside the
stall to turn on the taps. He gently disengaged from her and set her down on
her feet, holding her steady. His still-erect penis jutted proudly from a nest
of dark curls. Her thighs clenched. God, she was ready to go again. He’d turned
her into a nymphomaniac.

“Come on,” he urged huskily inside the steam-filled cubicle.
“Let’s take a shower. At the rate we’re going, we’re liable to kill ourselves.”

* * * * *

He was killing her.

Beads of perspiration dotted her skin as she clutched the
sheets with white-knuckled tightness. She writhed on the bed, trying to raise
her hips, trying to dislodge his hold on her. “Cooper,” she protested.

He raised his head from between her parted legs. “Stay
still.”

She whimpered. “I can’t.”

His hold was firm but gentle. Wide shoulders spread her
thighs apart as he feasted on her. Tortured her would be more like it. Taylor
rotated her hips, trying to put her clit in the path of his lips and tongue,
but he only gave it a brief lick. She almost reared off the bed and slumped back
in frustration. Just as soon as she could, she was going to kill him.

Cooper hummed, the sound vibrating against the wet,
sensitive tissues of her sheath. She jerked against him, painfully aroused,
panting. He applied himself to the task of eating her with deep focus,
seemingly intent on learning every inch of her pussy. A finger swirled her
juices around before slipping inside her slit. Taylor let out a long moan.
“More,” she demanded.

He chuckled. “Patience.”

She tried to glare at him from her position. “Payback’s a—”

He stuck his tongue high up inside her, cutting off her
words. Her clit throbbed painfully, swollen and aching. “I’m not rushing this
one, Taylor. I want it to last.”

Last? She was a hairsbreadth away from coming. Her belly was
tight and she was so sensitive that a blow of air on her clit was going to set
her off like firecrackers. She lay back down and heaved deep breaths, pulling
back from the edge.

“Good,” he murmured approvingly, his eyes dark with hunger
and need. Damn him. “It will be all the sweeter when it comes. Trust me. Now
touch your breasts.”

Bossy. The man was just too used to having his way, his
orders followed. She didn’t want to analyze how much she liked it. She did as
he asked—no, commanded—and touched herself. If he could torture her, she could
damn well return the favor.

Cupping her breasts, she plied her nipples, gently tugging
on the hardened tips. “Like this?”

He watched intently, his nostrils flared. “Oh yeah.”

The man was a born sensualist. He was demanding in the bedroom,
as she’d quickly found out. No holds barred. No inhibition. Taylor had never
been with a man like him. Cooper was intensely sexual. He demanded total
surrender.

God her nipples were diamond hard, aching to feel his lips.
They needed to be sucked. Every time she pulled at them, an answering ripple
tore through her pussy. Her hips rotated in time with her fingers. His eyes
were locked on her breasts, at the red and swollen tips.

“Suck them. Please,” she whispered.

The faint twist of his lips was the only sign of his barely
leashed hunger. Sliding up over her, he braced himself on his elbows and looked
down. His cock was huge, sticking straight up. The man was certainly built.
Taylor licked her lips, suddenly hungry for a taste. Then all thought fled her
mind when he latched onto a nipple. It sent her shooting to the sky
immediately, crying his name out. He bit her gently, the edge of his teeth
scraping against the sensitive tip. The little bit of pain magnified her
pleasure. Her brain was fried. She was no longer capable of thinking. He’d
primed her carefully and every lick, suck and bite just made her want more.

“Cooper,” she pleaded. “I have to—”

He gave her a brief kiss, his tongue dipping into her mouth
in quick licks before he once again took his place between her legs. He tasted
her, sipping at her juice before he sucked her clit.

“Yes,” she cried out as she shuddered violently. Hard spasms
tore through her, pleasure traveling through her body like lightning. He rode
out her orgasm, nipping at her sensitive clit, sending her into orbit once
more. Taylor lost track of time, utterly spent and boneless. She’d climaxed
before, of course, but nothing like the teeth-grinding, ear-buzzing orgasms
she’d been experiencing with Cooper. Sharp pulses of pleasure thrummed through
her, robbing her of the ability to move. She floated on a cloud, semiconscious
and unable to do anything until the raging torrent slowed down to a gentle
flow.

When she stirred, Cooper stood at the foot of the bed,
watching her quietly. His cock was still thick, plum colored and unbelievably
aroused. Unspent. Taylor felt the stirrings of arousal again. Unbelievable. One
round was usually enough for her. But here she was, staring at his engorged
cock, her mouth watering.

She sat up and reached out with a finger to swipe the
moisture hovering on the slit of the swollen head. His breath hissed between
his gritted teeth. She did what she’d wanted to do since her first glimpse of
his very impressive penis. Licked him from the balls to tip in one long swipe
of her tongue. The contrast of baby-soft skin and hard, tensile strength was
fascinating. She wrapped her lips around the head and opened wide. There was no
way she’d be able to take all of him in. He was much too big for that, but
Taylor took him deep, as deep as she could, until he touched the back of her
throat.

He groaned, a pained, guttural sound that was music to her
ears. Driven by the need to pleasure him, she repeated the action, tightening
her lips around him in a delicious suck as she went back up. His thighs
quivered under her hands and she moaned. Fellatio was something she’d never
particularly enjoyed before, an act that she practiced sparingly. But she found
that she liked taking Cooper in her mouth, licking the head in long, luxurious
licks, sipping at the slit, before taking him deep again and again. His cock
throbbed inside her mouth, swelling even more.

He wrapped his hands around her jaw, holding and guiding
her. He showed her what he liked, grunting when she laved the sensitive
underside of the head, silently bidding her to do it again and again. But it
was taking him deep and tasting the saltiness of the pre-come that seeped from
his cock that she enjoyed the most.

“Taylor,” he growled in warning.

She released his cock with an audible pop and looked up at
him. “Come in my mouth.”

He let out a groan when she went deep again. He cradled her
head in his warm hands, plunging his fingers in her hair. She didn’t have to
wait long. All the warning she got was a grunt then his cock swelled in her
mouth a moment before he spilled his seed. She looked up and watched his face
twist with the pleasure, a faint grimace to his lips. Cooper in the throes of
his orgasm was a beautiful sight to behold. It was a picture that would be
imprinted in her memory forever.

Afterward he pulled her down to the bed and held her in his
arms. Long moments passed. Contentment seeped into her bones. She didn’t want
to move, wouldn’t have been able to anyway with Cooper wrapped around her, one
leg thrown over both of hers. She grinned. She didn’t mind that at all.

In the back of her mind, she thought of how addicted she
could become to being with Cooper. It would be all too easy. Taylor closed her
eyes, unwilling at the moment to speculate about the future. She didn’t want to
think of how hard it would be to let Cooper go when the time came. But she
would have to. She would just have to.

Cooper gazed down at Taylor and barely restrained himself
from voicing the thoughts that were churning in his mind. He was grappling with
unfamiliar emotions. For the past couple of days, he’d stayed away from her,
trying to figure out how to deal with this friends-with-benefits bullshit. He
should be happy as a clam that he wasn’t going to be faced with a woman looking
for commitment. Taylor’s proposed arrangement had mirrored his usual way with
the women he’d been involved with. No strings. Just good old-fashioned sex to
slake a need. Sex for mutual pleasure. No more beyond that. That was all.

So why did he get pissed when she’d said they were friends
with benefits and would be together only when they “needed” each other? It had
felt like he’d been slapped in the face. Maybe it was because for the first
time he wasn’t calling the shots in a situation? Or had karma turned the tables
on him and now he was faced with a woman who only wanted sex from him and he
was the one hoping for more? Taylor was hot in bed. Responsive and willing.
What was so wrong with keeping it just about sex with her? He should have been
thrilled with the arrangement.

He had to force himself to push aside the irritation he felt
and had to give the situation a long, hard look. The only conclusion he could
come to was that friends with benefits wasn’t what he wanted. But timing was
key to everything. Right now the situation wasn’t exactly ideal, with Bettina
constantly bringing up his name in inflammatory articles in tabloids and
magazines. He knew Bettina was gearing up for something nasty. He could feel it
in his bones. Keeping Taylor out of the paparazzo’s sight was the most
important thing at the moment. The last thing he wanted was for her name to be
linked to his and her pictures plastered all over the place. He didn’t want her
to relive the ordeal of having her life played out in the media. Until he
resolved this situation with Bettina and her penchant for using the press in a
futile attempt to score points against him, it was better if nobody knew about
Taylor. He decided he’d go along with her friends-with-benefits idea.

For now.

* * * * *

There was a brief knock on his office door before it opened.
Laura, his secretary, came in before closing the door softly behind her.

She approached his desk, her lips pursed tightly. “Bettina
Hathaway and her son are here, insisting on seeing you. Do you want me to call
security?”

Irritation bloomed inside his chest. Bettina was rapidly
becoming more than a nuisance, but she’d never before dared to show up in
person in his office.
Know thy enemy
, he thought.

“No. Show them in.” He stood up and faced his stepmother and
her son when they walked into his office.

A cloud of perfume surrounded Bettina, heavy and cloying.
She was dressed in an obviously expensive dress, with diamonds glinting at her
neck and ears. Bettina was still playing the part of a rich woman, when Cooper
knew that her finances were in dire straits. His glance shifted from her to her
son, Rich. He fought not to let his lips curl in disgust. Rich was a fucking
bum, with no gainful employment to speak of, preferring to leech off his
mother. Together mother and son had run Hathaway Publishing to the ground.