Page 55 of The Cowboy Complication

“Unless you want to come over here and let me handle it for you.” It was an offer he shouldn’t be making, but Isla had no way to get to his house, so he was safe. The miles keeping this from becoming physical would stay between them.

Part of him hated it. Another part of him knew it was for the best. Because once he put his hands on her, there would be no going back.

No being just friends.

Isla’s cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated, the hand she’d teased across her skin earlier sliding along her collarbone. “You’d do it for me?”

“I would do anything for you, Princess.” The admission was easy and honest. One more thing he should hold back. But damned if he could help himself. Not tonight.

Tomorrow he would be better. Stronger. Good.

Tonight he was going to take everything he could and hold it close in case it was all he’d ever get.

Isla’s hand trailed down her body, sliding past the perfect swell of her tits to trace a path over her belly button before disappearing from the screen. “Would you let me help you too?”

Cooper groaned, his head falling back against the headboard. “What is it you want to help me with?”

Isla let out a little gasp, her body tensing the tiniest bit. “I guess I don’t know since I still can’t see anything but your face.”

He gritted his teeth and panned down, giving her a full view as he fisted his cock, already fighting the tightening in his balls. “Your turn, pretty girl.”

The angle of his phone meant he didn’t have a perfect view— probably a good thing—as her phone jostled then went still when she propped it against something.

“Fuck.” Whatever she’d done now offered a shot of her from head to mid-thigh, giving him a front row seat as she parted her legs and slid one hand between them. The other went to tease at the bud of a nipple, bringing a whimper through her lips.

He needed to put his phone down. Not for any other reason than he was going to fucking drop it the next time she made that noise.

Grabbing one of the pillows, he slammed it into place and tilted his cell against it, making sure Isla could see him.

And—more importantly—that he could see her.

He wasn't a professional cinematographer and it showed, but hopefully he didn't look like a complete idiot from the angle he had to work with. If he looked even a quarter as good as Isla did, he'd be doing okay. Not as okay as he’d be doing if she was right beside him, but he had to work with what he had.

"Talk to me, Princess. I want to hear what you have to say," he urged. He needed to understand how she felt. To know that she was as in the moment as he was.

To know this wasn't a one-sided thing, even if it was only a one-time thing.

And that's what it could be. Probably what it should be. A one-time infraction. He could get this out of his system and go back to the way things were.

"Is this really a talking type of situation?" Isla watched him as he watched her. "Because I'm not great at multitasking."

Cooper chuckled as he pumped his cock, timing each of his movements with the thrum of her fingers. Amusement and arousal weren't emotions he was used to experiencing simultaneously, and maybe that had been a big part of the problem. Maybe the reason he was still single was because he hadn't found someone who could make him laugh while his dick was hard. To be fair, he couldn’t imagine anyone but the woman possessing every bit of his attention accomplishing that feat.

"I think you’re better at multitasking than you realize." Isla might be struggling to find words right now, but he didn't seem to be having the same sort of issue, because damned if he could keep his mouth shut. "But I'm happy to offer suggestions if it will make things easier for you."

Isla sucked in a sharp breath, her head tipping back as the pace of her fingers moved a little faster. "Suggestions are welcome."

He didn't have to be told twice. If he couldn't be the one touching her, at least he could help the process along. "Spread your legs more for me. I want to see the way you’re touching that pretty pussy."

Isla let out a little moan, her eyes finding the screen as she did as he directed, parting her thighs wider. From where she'd set the phone, he still didn't have a great view of exactly what was going on between them, but he could imagine.

Would imagine.

"Can I ask you a question, Princess?"

"Yes." Her hand was cupped over her mound, fingers moving furiously as she drove herself toward the edge.

"What do you like better? Hands or mouth?" He was supposed to be offering suggestions, but seeing how expertly she was able to get where she wanted to go had him wondering how often she’d been left to her own devices in her previous relationship.

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