Page 63 of The Purest Fake

Without breaking the kiss, he walks us backward until my knees hit the edge of the bed. I sit, scooting back on the mattress as he follows, hovering over me. His gaze feels like a caress as it roams over my face.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I pull him down for another kiss, relishing the weight of his body on mine. My hands slip under his t-shirt, exploring the hard planes of his back. Cooper groans into my mouth, his hips pressing into mine.

“Can I take this off?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes, please.”

Sitting back on his heels, he grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion. I drag in a surprised gasp at the sight of his bare, sculpted torso.

“Like what you see?” he asks, one side of his mouth arching upward.

“I love it.” I’ve never seen anything that compares, and I’m unable to keep my hands from exploring. My palms land on his pecs and slide down to his abs, where my fingertips trace out the shape of his eight pack.

Cooper shudders under my touch, his eyes closing for a moment. When he opens them, my breath is stolen by the desire swirling in his irises.

He tugs on the hem of my shirt. “It’s your turn.”

I lift myself from the mattress as he slowly raises the material, his knuckles grazing my stomach. When the fabric clears my head, he drops it on the bed, devouring me with his gaze.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss in the hollow between my collarbones. “You’re so fucking stunning.”

“So are you.”

His lips move lower until he reaches the swell of my breasts and then he pauses. “Can I?” he asks, his fingers gliding along the edge of my bra.

My breath catches in my throat. “Yes.”

He reaches behind me, fumbling with the clasp. When he finally gets it undone, he slowly peels the bra from me, his eyes widening as he sees my naked breasts for the first time.

“Jesus. You’re perfect.”

“Touch me,” I whisper.

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he nervously swallows. Grabbing his hands, I raise them to my breasts. He gently cups them and then his thumbs brush over my nipples. Arching into his touch, I let out a soft moan.

Cooper lowers his head, dotting kisses along the top of one breast before taking the nipple into his mouth.

“Oh,” I cry out, his mouth sending waves of pleasure through my body and between my legs. His tongue swirls around the taut peak before sucking gently. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him to me.

He switches to my other breast, and his stubble scrapes against my nipple. Feeling the need building between my thighs, I rock my hips upward, seeking friction for my clit. After last night, it’s not going to take much to push me over the edge.

CHAPTER 17

COOPER

Idon’t know if I’ve ever seen anything as sexy as Scarlett lying beneath me with her breasts bared and her cheeks flushed from passion. If I died right now, I’d die a happy man.

I take her nipple between my lips, fluttering my tongue over the pebbled tip. Her nails scrape over my scalp as I move over, giving the same attention to the other side.

“That feels amazing.”

Encouraged by her words, I continue paying homage to her breasts while I trail my fingertips down her stomach. Reaching the top of her leggings, I pause.

“Yes.” She breathes out her permission.

My fingers slip beneath the waistband, and my hand slides down over her panties, cupping her softness. She’s hot and wet, and all I want is to feel my fingers sinking inside her.

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