Page 59 of The Cowboy Complication

Trying to seduce the man who’d somehow convinced himself he shouldn’t be more than her friend.

It was the only explanation she’d been able to come up with for why Cooper was acting the way he was. How he could be so hot over the phone, and then revert to just the best friend she’d ever had in person.

“Could I ask you to do something for me then?” She kept her voice soft. Low. Like she was trying not to spook a wild animal. “You can say no.”

Cooper finally turned to look at her. Almost immediately, his eyes went to the lace stretched across her boobs, lingering for just a second before lifting to the ceiling. “Fuck.”

There it was again. That word. Said the same way. It bolstered her confidence. Fed that little brave bit of her Cooper had been nurturing.

He was probably regretting that now.

Stepping in close, she rested her hands on his chest, a careful touch meant to soothe him. To help him relax a little. “Do you want to know what I’d like for you to do?”

“No.” It was almost a groan, but then his eyes dropped to hers. “Yes.”

She lifted a brow. “Which one?”

“Both.” Cooper’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “But mostly yes.”

“You asked me what I liked better. Hands or mouth.” She managed a shaky breath before throwing down the gauntlet. “I’d like you to help me figure that out.”

Cooper went completely still, his nostrils flaring as he stared her down. She hadn’t taken all of Griselda’s advice, but this was pretty darn close.

And it looked like it was going to be a bust. Looked like Cooper was fully committed to being just her fr?—

Isla yelped as her feet left the floor, her body launching up and over his shoulder as Cooper hauled her off the ground. The hardwood passed in a blur as he carried her through the house.

Then everything tilted again. This time she went right side up. Her butt connected with something soft, but the drape of her hair across her face blocked her from fully seeing where she was.

By the time she managed to shove the strands out of her eyes, Cooper had the waistband of her leggings gripped in his hands and was peeling them down, taking the lacy panties that matched her cute little tank top with them.

She’d kinda hoped he’d get to see the whole ensemble, but it didn’t seem like a great idea to stop him. To give him the opportunity to pause and reconsider.

And thank God she didn’t, because in the next heartbeat, his mouth was on her, hot and wet and unbelievably amazing feeling.

“Oh my gosh.” She was propped against the back of the giant sofa in his living room, seated at one end while Cooper knelt in front of her, his face buried between her thighs. The sight was wicked and possibly the hottest thing she’d ever witnessed.

And that included watching Cooper make himself come.

She struggled for air as he gripped her behind the knees, spreading them wider as his lips and tongue worked against her flesh. There was no hesitant teasing. No careful exploration. He just went for it. Taking. Giving. Claiming.

Ruining.

That wasn’t anything new. He’d ruined her for any other man long ago. One more reason he needed to get with the program. He was the only one she wanted. The only one she trusted.

“Cooper.” His name tasted so right on her tongue. Felt so right passing through her lips.

He groaned, the vibration moving from his mouth to her clit, the added sensation too much.

“I’m gonna—” It was all the warning she could get out before her legs locked at the sides of his head, a hand going to his hair as she sailed right over the edge, falling disappointingly fast. She’d really been hoping to last longer—to enjoy more—but at any rate, she had her answer.

Mouth was superior to hands. Without question.

Then again, she hadn’t experienced Cooper’s hands, so maybe that decision was a bit premature. She’d reserve judgment until the theory was fully tested.

Isla floated on a cloud of climactic bliss as Cooper’s mouth slid over her skin, teasing the insides of her thighs. The back of one knee. Brushed across the swell of her hip and nipped at her navel.

Definitely not the actions of a man who just wanted to be her friend.

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