Page 54 of The Cowboy Complication

A slow smile slid over his face, digging out that dimple she loved. “I thought you’d never ask.”

18

Cooper

WHAT THE FUCK was he doing?

It was either going to result in something amazing, or go down as the worst decision he’d ever made, but honestly, there was no stopping it now.

Might never have been.

Isla’s lip pinched between her teeth, her dark eyes fused to the screen of her phone.

He hesitated. Not because he didn’t want this—he was too far gone to pretend that was the case anymore—but because he needed to make sure she was right there with him.

“Tell me what you want from me, pretty girl.” His dick was leaking in his underwear, so hard it hurt, but if she wasn’t sure then it would just have to suffer. “I need to hear you say the words.”

He almost expected her to be a little shy, but Isla’s words were rushed and breathless as they tumbled from her lips. “I want to watch you touch yourself.” Then, because she was so fucking sweet, she added, “Please.”

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, one hand finally going to grip his cock. “Fuck.”

“I love it when you say that.” Again, Isla’s words came out quickly as a breathy whisper. “It makes me feel…” Her lips sealed off.

But she wasn’t getting away with only giving him half of what he wanted. Not anymore.

“Makes you feel, what?” He had a death grip on both his phone and his dick as he waited for her to offer up a glimpse into what was going on behind those dark eyes.

She chewed her lip again, nibbling it just a second before finally admitting, “Sexy.” Her gaze found his through the screen, vulnerability simmering in their depths. “Pretty. Desirable.” There was a beat of silence. “Wanted.”

“You are all of those things.” And more. So much more.

She offered a hesitant smile. “Thank you.” Her expression shifted, turning teasing. “Are you just trying to distract me because you don’t want to show me your dick?”

He barked out a laugh. “If you’ve been peeking in my windows, I would think you’ve probably seen it already.”

Isla angled a brow at him, looking a little more comfortable. “Is that your way of saying you get it out all the time?”

“I wish.” He gripped the waistband of his briefs and pulled it down, freeing the straining line of his unbearably hard cock. Giving it a stroke, just to make sure it was as impressive as it could be, he nearly groaned from the contact. From knowing what Isla was about to see.

Wanted to see.

“It’s been...” He thought for a minute. “A long damn time since there’s been any socializing on his part.”

A year? Maybe more. He’d been trying not to think about it, but now it didn’t fucking matter.

Now he’d wait as long as it took to be right here with Isla’s eager gaze watching him.

“And the minutes just keep ticking by.” Isla narrowed her eyes. “I feel like you’re stalling.”

Stalling was the wrong word. Edging was probably a better one. Dragging it out the only way he could, because the second he had Isla’s eyes on him, it was only going to be a matter of time.

Probably seconds.

“If I’m stalling then so are you.” He forced himself to refocus, hoping it might help. “Cause I’m not seeing any touching on your end.”

Isla’s lips parted, her eyes barely widening. “You really want to watch me…” She didn’t finish.

And he wouldn’t make her. They both knew what she meant.

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