Page 84 of Dream Weaver

The package was new and unopened — an encouraging sign. It was also a ten-pack, which was even better. I pulled one out and left it on the table, then went back to stroking its destination.

Cooper made another low, rumbly sound. Then he turned to kiss my neck…my collarbone…my chest…

He slid a finger into the cup of my bra, and my body burned in response. Then he pushed the shoulder strap aside and kissed his way to my nipple, distracting me from my mission.

I arched, closing my eyes. Up to that point, we’d proceeded in a fairly civilized manner. But now—

I bucked and cried out as his lips encircled the tight bead and rolled. Hard.

“Oh…” I clamped my hands over his head, demanding more.

His huge hands bunched and kneaded the flesh of the other side.

A damn good thing my bra had already become unclasped. I might have ripped it off otherwise. In a preemptive maneuver, I wiggled out of my panties too, then flopped back the way Roscoe did when he wanted a belly rub. A belly rub was not what I was after, though.

“Here,” I whispered, guiding his hand down.

Call me demanding. I could live with that.

Happily, Cooper could too. He slid one hand down and made me very, very happy, very quickly. I closed my eyes, surrendering. Trusting, for once in my life.

Luckily, I had a man who was not only gentle, but also highly skilled. He knew just how to work me up to the edge and exactly when to ease back. Not teasing so much as bringing all systems to “go.”

“Promise…” I whispered, though I didn’t know what I was asking.

“Anything,” he rasped into my skin. “Anything.”

As vague as the request was, he satisfied my every need — and many I’d never known I had. I was heated metal on his forge, happy to bend, twist, and stretch under his touch.

“Oh!” I cried as he discovered yet another patch of virgin territory. Who would have guessed I had any of those left?

Briefly, I thought of Jay. The man was nowhere near the master lover he thought himself to be. Then I erased him and every other thought from my mind and simply enjoyed.

“I felt guilty,” I managed between happy gasps.

Cooper stopped long enough to rest his chin on my chest and look into my eyes.

“Guilty? Of what?”

“Being selfish.”

His laugh tickled my skin. “I could say the same thing.”

I threaded my fingers through his hair, wishing he were close enough to kiss. “Well, then don’t stop what you’re doing.”

His sunburst of a smile warmed my soul. “Happy to proceed.”

The man was as good as his word — and then some. I tossed my head from side to side as he went back to where he’d left off. Finally, he scooted higher, claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss, and whispered, “Like this.”

A light touch told me to roll, giving him my back. I started to rise to my hands and knees, because doggy style certainly worked for me. But Cooper pushed gently on my shoulders.

“Just there. Flat. Okay?”

I wiggled my ass in reply. “Definitely okay.”

His weight shifted as he reached for the condom, then fumbled with it. As he repositioned himself, I took a deep breath.

A damn good thing, because when he slid in—

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