Tempting Taylor (8 page)

Cooper fisted his cock, running a hand from root to head in
a slow caress.

“Let me,” she implored, aware of her juices coating her
pussy and seeping out to her inner thighs.

“If you do, this will be over too soon.” He shook his head,
his jaw clenched tight. “I’ve waited for this too long to allow that.” Placing
a knee on the bed, he hovered over her. “Open your legs. Let me see you.”

The hunger underlining the guttural words blazed a path
directly to her clit. Unable to deny him anything, her limbs fell apart.

“Wider,” he rasped.

She bit her lip and did as he asked, watching his dark eyes
devour the wet flesh now exposed to him.

He reached out and rubbed the smooth, denuded skin. “No
hair. I should have known.”

Taylor shuddered. “I prefer it that way. E-Easier to
maintain.” She’d waxed since first trying it in college.

“I like it.” He ran his fingertips over and around her
labia, helped by the copious moisture covering her nether lips. When he slipped
two fingers inside her, she arched off the bed, a moan escaping her. “So wet.
So pretty. So fucking tight.”

She whimpered when he began a devastating massage on her
clit, rotating his thumb, driving her higher but not enough to send her into
orbit. “Yes. Yes,” she chanted, raising her hips, wanting a firmer contact.

Cooper leaned down, giving her brief, light kisses that
failed to satisfy her. Frustrated, Taylor buried her hands in his hair and
pulled him down. “Kiss me like you mean it,” she demanded.

So he did. She lost her breath as he gave her a kiss that
drove all thought from her mind. He sent his tongue deep in her mouth, delving
with a greediness that thrilled her. Eagerly she returned the favor, sucking
his tongue wildly, mimicking the actions of his fingers inside her pussy.

He tore his lips from hers and feasted on her breasts. He
sucked. He licked. He pulled on the tips and bit down, giving her a slice of
pain with the pleasure so intense that she cried out. She knew her breasts were
an erogenous zone, but the rough rasp of his tongue on her ultra-sensitive
nipples drove her insane. This was madness. Every lick and suck set off little
fires that burned her self-control.

Cool air kissed her nipples when he slid down her body,
trailing his lips over her belly and lower…

A low, animalistic sound tore from her lips as he ate her
with a greediness born of hunger. There was no other way to describe what he
did to her. No finesse. No gentleness. It was like he wanted to inhale her
essence by tonguing her as deep as he could reach. Cooper pulled apart the lips
of her pussy and sucked her clit.

She shook, teetering on the edge of a precipice. “Cooper.”

He was without mercy, driving her to a shattering climax
that brought a cry to her lips. “
Ohmygod
…”

Violent shudders tore through her as she came. She crushed
the sheets in her hands, fighting for purchase, anything to hold on as she
writhed against him. Her whole world narrowed down to his lips as he ate her
like a starved man, tonguing her through her first orgasm and sending her
shooting to the next. Her mind fogged over as she gave in to the blinding
pleasure.

Pulling in a ragged breath, she found the strength to open
her eyes and found him standing above her. His jaw was clenched tight. He
looked like a man near the end of his rope.

He grabbed her legs and raised them high, giving her a sexy
little bite on her instep. “I’ve thought about fucking you while you’re wearing
fuck-me shoes like this.”

The image sent a fresh wave of moisture flooding her exposed
pussy. “Is that a fantasy?” she moaned.

“Oh yeah. One of many you’ll be fulfilling,” he promised.

A handful of condoms landed on the bed. The implication
wasn’t lost on her as he rolled one on before he placed his cock at her slit,
rotating the head, gathering her silken wetness around and around, readying her
for his possession.

Taylor raised her hips, trying to get him inside her,
mewling with frustration. Her orgasm had only taken the edge off. She felt
incomplete. She wanted him in her. Now.

He buried his cock inside her in one deep stroke, forcing
through the tender tissues, aided by the copious moisture coating her labia,
and slid all the way in to her soul.
Oh my.
She felt full, impaled on a
big, thick shaft of hot steel.

As he moved, whatever ability she had to think was
completely obliterated. All she could concentrate on was Cooper, his hips
pounding into her. He was hardly being gentle but she didn’t want gentle at the
moment. What she wanted was satisfaction, something, anything to quiet the
desperate hunger gnawing at her.

He pumped his hips in long, deliberate thrusts. Guiding her
legs around his waist, he gripped her buttocks and hauled her closer. The
position enabled him to reach deeper, hitting a spot high inside that flooded
her senses with pleasure. She whimpered, begging him to go faster. But he
maintained his maddening pace, his face a mask of concentration. Tossing her
head on the bed, Taylor tried to urge him on, pleading softly.
Harder.

No such luck.

Taylor tightened her inner muscles around him as he
withdrew. He grunted under his breath. The slow drag and push of their flesh against
each other was almost too much to bear. Pure sensuality was etched in his face
in the faint twist of his lips. He clenched his jaw and increased his speed,
pumping in and out with an intensity that locked her breath in her throat.
Again and again, he went deep, hitting a spot dead center that sent blistering
vibrations all the way to her womb. He was all business as he sent them on a
fast course to orgasm. Control was gone. Finesse flew out the window as they
raced toward completion. Taylor was drowning. White-hot sensation swirled
inside her, pushing her higher and higher, until she fell over the edge.

Teeth-gritting pleasure slammed into her, so sharp it was
almost painful. She cried out. Cooper didn’t miss a beat, thrusting and
thrusting until, with a muffled curse, he came as well. She relished the
feeling of his cock jerking inside her, deriving as much satisfaction at the
thought that she’d driven him well beyond control. When it was over, Taylor lay
dazed and boneless with Cooper slumped over her. Exhausted and satiated, she
fell into a deep sleep.

* * * * *

Taylor came awake slowly, blinking the sleep from her eyes.
Pushing her hair away from her face, she sat up and surveyed the earth-toned
bedroom, promptly remembering where she was. All the events of the previous
night came rushing back. With a groan, she covered her face with her hands.
Jeez. She’d really done it. The rumpled sheets and pillows strewn on the floor
were testimony of the night she’d spent with Cooper.

She tried to finger-comb her hair. She knew what she must
look like. A woman who’d just spent the entire night indulging in torrid sex.
Her body still tingled with remembered pleasure and between her legs, there was
a slight soreness. Her nipples were red and tender. Right on top of her breast
was a love mark, a vivid reminder of the things Cooper had done to her last
night. There wasn’t an inch he didn’t lick or suck. She flushed as she
remembered doing the same to him, spurred on by the sexy words he’d murmured.

Last night was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
She’d never known sex to be that way. Cooper was intensity and all-out
pleasure, culminating in a powerful explosion or a chemical reaction. Too
strong to control.

It was scary.

Sure she’d gone out with a lot of guys. But the few men
she’d chosen to sleep with had been all technique and finesse. Sex was
perfunctory. Not the raw, can’t-have-enough kind that lasted well into the
night, halted only by physical exhaustion.

God, it was too much to take. She didn’t know what to think.
The total loss of control and inhibition, well, that wasn’t her. Taylor had
always prided herself on being in charge of her emotions. She preferred calm to
a turbulent storm. Instead she felt vulnerable. Off-kilter. She glanced at the
empty space beside her. How was she going to face Cooper after last night? How
did she act? Did she make polite conversation? Like what? What if he asked her
“how did you sleep?”
Oh just great. I slept like a log because you wore me
out?

She moaned and buried her face in her hands. The best thing
to do would be to get out of here. Gather her thoughts, compose herself, and
then think of facing Cooper again. Maybe in a day or so. Or a week. Yeah, a
week sounded good.

Time to get dressed and escape.

The door opened. She jumped, startled, and fixed her gaze on
the man walking toward her.
Too late.
Clad only in his jeans with the
top button undone and his hair tousled, Cooper looked achingly sexy as he sat
on the bed next to her. Her heart did a somersault. Her temperature shot up a
couple of degrees. It was the same powerful tug of attraction she always felt
when he was near. What, last night wasn’t enough?

The fragrant aroma of coffee wafted from the mug he held out
to her. What did she do now? Taylor took it. Lowering her gaze, she sipped at
the strong brew, desperately buying time in an effort to sort her feelings.

“Good morning,” he said in low, warm tones. “Sleep well?”

She coughed. It was the very same question she’d thought of
earlier. “Yes, thank you.” She made the mistake of looking at him. Her blood
turned to syrup in her veins at the naked sensuality on his face.
Get a hold
of yourself.
“Um, I should be going soon.”

“Why?” he asked quietly.

“I-I need to take a shower and—”

“My shower works perfectly fine.”

“I have no clothes.”

He shrugged. “I’ll find you a shirt to wear.” He ran a
finger along the edge of the sheet, eyeing the goose bumps he left in his wake.
“Come on. I’ll make breakfast.”

She looked away. “I really should go home.”

“Okay, let’s deal with this.” Irritation was evident in his
frown. “What’s going on? Morning-after regrets?”

Her gaze flew back to meet stormy gray eyes. Regret? Taylor
was honest enough with herself to admit that there wasn’t a single minute she
would change about last night. “No.”

Relief flitted over his handsome face. “What is it then?”

She swallowed. Cooper was so up front about everything. If
there was an issue, he was a take-charge, let’s-face-it kind of guy. She wasn’t
used to that. “Nothing. I just need some time to process everything.”

“Process what? That we had sex over and over last night?”

“I just need time to think,” she threw out in desperation.
“Maybe we should give each other some space,” she ended lamely. “Keep things
simple.”

He just stared at her. “Simple.”

“Yes. We had sex last night and it was good—”

“Just good?” he interrupted with a quirk of an eyebrow.

She frowned. “Really good.”

Cooper carefully took the mug from her hands and placed it
on the nightstand. Then he faced her again. “It was fucking phenomenal. I’m not
afraid to admit that, even if you are. And I want to do it again and again. I’m
not even close to being done with you.”

She gulped, a familiar weakness stealing over her.

“Now what’s really bothering you?”

“I don’t want you to think that this is turning into more
than what it is—sex. I mean, guys freak out at the thought of a woman
misinterpreting the situation. I just want that to be clear. I’m not angling
for a relationship,” she forced the words out. She didn’t want him to think
that at all. Last night was not the start of a relationship, or worse, a
commitment.

“Let me make sure I understand you. You want to leave to
give both of us space because you don’t want me to think that you’re after a
relationship?”

She nodded, relieved. “Yes. Exactly. I don’t want to
overstay my welcome.”

“I see. Somewhere along the way, I must have given you the
impression that I was a weak-assed pansy that would allow a woman to hang
around if I didn’t want her to.”

Cooper, weak? Far from it. “God no.” She pushed her hair away
from her face and pulled in a deep sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be
difficult. My thoughts are a bit jumbled,” she admitted. “I don’t do this often
enough to pull off blasé the morning after.”

“Thank you,” he said softly, “for staying with me last
night.”

His words washed over her, alleviating some of her doubts.
“Cooper, we don’t know each other at all. I just—”

His lips quirked. “If it makes you feel better, you aren’t
the only one trying to figure things out. I was downstairs thinking of ways to
persuade you not to leave.”

“Y-You were?”

He nodded. “Can you please do me a favor and not
over-analyze last night?”

Taylor couldn’t help the quick chuckle that escaped her.
“I’m a woman. We tend to do that.”

He laced their fingers together. “Stay.”

Her resolve weakened. How could she resist? Cooper had the
ability to wade through the mess that was her thoughts and cut straight to the
heart of the matter. He made everything seem so simple. “Okay.”

Relief flickered in his eyes. He gave her a soft, lingering
kiss. “Thank you. Now come on. I’m hungry. I’ll make breakfast.”

“You’ll make breakfast?” she asked dubiously.

“Greta and Eamon are off every weekend.” He grinned. “I am
remarkably self-sufficient, you know. I can cook.”

Taylor was relieved that she didn’t have to face the
housekeeper. “I can help,” she offered.

“Deal.” He left her and went to the walk-in closet and
handed her a white t-shirt.

Still clutching the sheet to her, which she knew was kind of
foolish since Cooper had seen all of her last night, she managed to don the
shirt. Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she stood up. She glanced
around the bedroom floor, wondering where the heck her underwear was. “Um, I
need my—”