Page 68 of The Cowboy Complication

“Is this your way of telling me I need a shower?”

Cooper’s voice was low and deep in her ear, the rumble of it sending a shiver down her spine. One wide palm pressed to her belly, sealing her back to his front, the thick prod of his dick lined right down the crack of her ass.

“I just thought you might want to take one after…” She sucked in a breath when the hand on her belly grabbed the fabric of her shirt, fisting it tight as he started to peel it up.

“After I played in the dirt with a criminal? Or after I almost kicked that cowboy’s ass for trying to put his hands on you?” The rumble was more of a growl now. Almost angry.

“I didn’t think anyone would notice me.” She closed her eyes. “I just wanted you to stop pretending.”

Cooper dragged her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor. “What did you think I was pretending?”

“That we were friends.” She gasped when the clasp on her bra snapped free, the cups sagging forward.

“We are friends.” Cooper’s slightly rough fingers slid along her shoulders, dropping the straps down her arms until the undergarment hit the floor. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

Was he serious right now? “I don’t want to be your friend, Cooper.”

“Too bad.” His touch skimmed back up her arms, tracing a path over her collarbones before each hand shifted forward to cup the weight of her breasts, his thumbs teasing over her nipples. “You’re my friend whether you like it or not.” His breath was warm as his lips ghosted along the column of her neck. “My friend. My chauffeur. My hen helper.” He nipped at her skin. “My entertainment. My sidekick.” Cooper’s lips brushed over the shell of her ear. “You’re my everything, Princess.” His hands released her breasts, sliding down her stomach to the fly of her jeans. “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted.” He flipped the button loose. “That’s why I was afraid. Without you, I’d be fucking lost.”

“Oh.” All the air rushed from her lungs as he wiggled her jeans past her hips, taking the panties under them along for the ride. “I don’t want you to be lost.”

Cooper’s laugh was low and soft. “Good.”

Her jeans hit the floor and he pushed against her, all warm and solid and hard.

Very, very hard.

They reached the shower and he slid aside the door to reach in and switch on the water. “Girl temperature or boy temperature?”

She tipped her head, peeking at him over one shoulder. “How do you know what girl temperature is?”

“I think you know how I know.” Cooper’s hand came to her face, his thumb dragging over her lower lip. “I’ve got a past, Princess. Just like you do.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t want to think about that.”

Weirdly enough, it was Eric intruding on this moment that bothered her more than the thought of Cooper with someone else. Of course he’d been with other women.

Look at him.

He was sweet and kind and hard-working and gorgeous and caring and gentle and would fuck you anywhere you wanted him to.

At least that was the claim he made, and she was inclined to believe him.

“Good, because I don’t want to think about it either.” He pushed the shower door open wider, urging her in with the press of his body. “All I want to think about is you and me and how many times I can make you come before I pass out from exhaustion.”

She laughed at how quickly he’d gone from zero to one hundred. “Pretty big words coming from a guy who’s never even kissed me.”

Cooper crowded into the shower behind her, one hand gripping her hip as he turned her to face him, pressing her back against the slick tiled wall. He ran his nose alongside hers, mouth hovering just a whisper away. “I knew once I kissed you I’d never be able to stop.” The hand at her hip shifted, sliding across her belly to tease between her thighs, fingertips brushing against the seam of her pussy. “So you should probably brace yourself.”

She managed to pull in half a breath before his lips were on hers. There was no hesitation when he claimed her mouth. No careful exploration when his tongue swept inside, melding his taste with hers.

Isla looped an arm around his neck, holding on as he overwhelmed her senses. Took everything she’d wanted to give.

The probe of his fingers parted her, sliding along her wet skin as he groaned, the sound caught in the chamber of their kiss. Cooper’s lips dragged free, his forehead dropping to hers as he found the hard nub of her clit and began to stroke with an unerring touch.

“Is there a reason I should wait to fuck you until I can reach the condom box in my nightstand?”

She was so caught up in the bliss he was bringing that it took a few beats for her brain to make sense of his words. Even once she did, her answers came out choppy. “On the pill.” She whimpered as her legs started to shake. “Don’t have any medical issues.”

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