Page 83 of Dream Weaver

“I love it too.” He chuckled. “It was Peter’s.”

It was an offhand comment, not a heavy revelation, but my heart still ached.

“You think he would mind?” I asked, trying to keep the mood light.

Cooper shook his head. “I think he would approve.”

For all the sorrow the notion must have brought, a smile played over his lips. I cemented it into my mind. We all had tragedies and regrets. But we all had to carry on, and Cooper’s way of going about that sure beat moping or feeling sorry for himself.

A girl could learn from that.

I ran my hands over the cloth one more time, then worked it up toward his shoulders, along with the long-sleeved shirt underneath.

“Well, then. This all needs to come off,” I ordered, getting back on track.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I managed not to stare as he shucked those upper layers, but I did peek before we got back to our kiss. His shoulders were roped with muscles. His chest was a sun-warmed boulder to lean against, and I did. And farther down… Let’s just say those parts were equally warm and hard.

“Much as I like these jeans…” he murmured, running his hands over my ass.

I chuckled. “That’s my line.”

“Mine now,” he said, all low and growly, like he didn’t mean just the jeans.

It didn’t take long for more layers to follow, and soon, I found myself floating down to the bed in his arms.

“All good?” he whispered, easing down over me.

The man had definitely seen that video onTea and Consent.

“Very good. Except this part.” I tugged on his boxers.

I helped him roll them away and jumped on the opportunity that presented itself.

“All good?” I echoed, wrapping my fingers around his shaft.

His head sank to the mattress, and he eased down beside me with a little croak. “Yes, please.”

The answer didn’t match the question, but I got the gist. I nuzzled his cheek while my hand worked its magic on him.

No, notthatkind of magic. The kind any woman could wield with the man she loved.

My breath caught. Wait. Love?

“Don’t stop,” Cooper breathed, and I got back to “work.”

Still, my pulse jumped. I was no expert in love. Was that really what this was?

Cooper’s breath rattled, and his, er…um… Well, my grip filled.

“Oh. Condom?” I hated to break the mood, but I had to ask. I would never regret having Claire, but if I were ever to have another child, it would sure as hell be planned.

“Got one.” His voice shook a little as he opened a drawer in the bedside table.

“Just one?” I joked.

He grinned. “Well, maybe more than one.”

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