Page 70 of Summer Nights

His lips curled into a smile. "I hope you don't mind that I joined you."

I shook my head, my body already moving into overdrive. I wanted him now, and didn't feel like I'd need any more foreplay to ease him inside me. I reached between us, cupping his dick with my hands, squeezing gently, and then pumping him.

He jerked in my grip. "I won't last long if you keep that up."

I rose up slightly so that I could line him up properly. His gaze was fixated on the spot where the tip slid inside me.

"You don't have to—" Cooper's gaze flew to mine when I pressed a finger over his lips.

"Shh. I want to enjoy this dream I'm having."

He wrapped his arms around my back. "What's it about?"

"I was taking a bath, and I must have fallen asleep because I was dreaming about this huge cock filling me. It was absolutely divine." I closed my eyes as I eased down his length, relishing the burn from the stretch.

His hands ran down my back as I moved over him. Each pass down his cock drove my desire higher. Then his mouth closed around my nipple, and I was lost to the sensations, needing more.

When his hand slipped between us, his fingers found my swollen clit, and I went off without any warning. Light danced behind my eyelids as my mouth opened on a gasp.

He moved his hands to my hips, guiding me over his cock, as he chased his release. He drove one more time from underneath and held me in place as he emptied himself inside me. I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the moment.

As the orgasm faded from my consciousness, I realized what we'd done. We'd had sex in his house. It wasn't a bed, but it still felt serious. Other than fooling around on my couch, I hadn't allowed things to go further in our personal spaces.

This felt too intimate. We weren't supposed to be getting closer while I lived here. This arrangement was merely for convenience and so I could save money.

"You're panicking," Cooper observed, his hand touching the fluttering pulse on my neck.

My face pinched. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"You didn't want to have sex?" Cooper asked, choosing his words carefully.

I frowned. "Not here."

He tipped his head to the side, considering me. "What do you mean?"

"This is your house."

"How is this different from anywhere else we've been together?"

I laughed a little hysterically, not quite believing that he didn't get it. "It's completely different. We're not in a relationship. We shouldn't be pretending that we are."

"That's not what I was doing." His hand sifted through the knots in my now-damp hair. "I was enjoying your body. If you don't want to have sex anymore, I'll respect your decision."

I sighed, not sure I could give this up. "I wanted to keep things more casual. That's all."

"I think the act of sex is intimate no matter where it occurs or who with," Cooper said thoughtfully.

I had rules about where and when and with who, and I certainly knew when it was time to end things with someone when it got to be too deep. But with Cooper, I wasn't sure how to handle him. He had an answer for everything. It was like he could anticipate what I was thinking and how to cut off my doubts.

He stroked my damp hair. "I thought we were doing what felt goods and not worrying about anything else?"

"We were."

"Then stop worrying. This is your time to relax and take care of yourself."

His lips pressed against my temple, and I melted into his embrace. I wanted to let go of my worries, rules, and expectations. I wanted to do what felt good. What he offered sounded delightful, and I couldn't argue with him.

"Let's get out of this water before we look like prunes. I stopped at the store on the way home so I could make you dinner."

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