Page 57 of Every Single Vow
Our lips meet again, and I swear a symphony plays somewhere among the clouds. His hands are everywhere. In my hair, on my waist, on my face. My tongue swipes out, seeking his as he pushes me back down to the bed.
He loves me.
Cooper Mayson loves me.
My body buzzes, my pulse racing as he kisses me like a man starved. Fire burns in my belly, an ache in my core so strong I can’t help but grind my hips against the very protruding hardness pressed against my stomach.
“Cooper.” I gasp, letting his lips trail down my neck. “I need you.”
A growl sounds from his throat, before he bites gently at my lip.
Geez, that’s hot.
His thumbs hook in the waistband of my pajama shorts, tugging them down my legs with a strategic slowness that has me squirming before they’re even at my ankles.
“Baby.” His voice rasps. “No panties?”
I grin, letting my legs fall open while I preen under the way he looks at me. Like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.
His rough palm slides up my stomach, venturing under my t-shirt, inching between my breasts.
“I want this off,” he says, before he gathers the fabric in his hands, then peels it over my head.
I lay completely bare to him. Spread out on a hotel bed while he towers over me, fully dressed. Something about it makes me feel needy. Completely at his mercy.
I can feel the way my nipples peak under his gaze, and when he drops to his knees at the end of the bed, then slides his callused hands up under my ass to guide me closer, I can’t help the moan that escapes me.
“Does my wife need my tongue?” He asks, placing a hot kiss on the inside of my thigh.
Yes. Yes, she does.
“Yes.” I pant, lifting my hips to urge him on.
I hear a light chuckle, then feel another kiss grazing along my opposite thigh.
My core tightens when I glance down to see him staring at me.There.His hooded eyes flicker to mine, before I feel his thumb slide lazily through my center.
“Are you always this wet for me, Kota?”
I suck in a breath when I feel the tips of his fingers tease me. “Have you been walking around all these years, just like this? Waiting for me to take care of you?”
Two fingers slide inside of me, and I arch my back.
“Yes. Yes, it’s for you,” I call out, my legs already falling slack.
“Shame. All you had to do was ask.” His fingers disappear, but before I can protest the loss, I feel his hot, wet, tongue lick a trail up to my throbbing clit.
“Coop,” I cry out.
“All you had to do was tell me you needed me.”Another lick.“You know how many times I pictured this?”Lick.“How many times I’ve painted my shower thinking of my face buried between these thighs.”Lick.“Your sweetness on my tongue.” He lifts his head, locking eyes with me. “You full ofme.”
Who the hell is this man and what did he do with Cooper Mayson?
“I’ve waited a very long time to claim what’s mine, Kota. And I’d like to do that right now.”
I think I’m blacking out.
Letting my hands trail up over my breast, I watch his eyes when I pluck at the pointed buds.
