Page 73 of Broken Heart

And when Cooper’s right hand covered and squeezed my breast, I rolled my hips over him all on my own. I continued to do that when he moved his face close, peppered kisses there, and ultimately sucked my nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled and teased, his teeth nibbling.

I was being built up so expertly that not even the sound of the crackling fire could overshadow the moans that escaped from the back of my throat.

“Cooper,” I breathed.

He released my breast, pulled his head back, and looked up at me. “You’re so beautiful.”

“More,” I begged, grinding myself down hard on him and seeking that friction I so desperately needed.

“Do you want to me to make you come?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Please,” I pleaded with him.

Without delay, Cooper’s hand slipped back beneath the skirt of my dress and trailed up my thigh. When he made it to the top of my leg, he kept his eyes pinned on mine and gently slid his thumb over the fabric of my underwear.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my fingers gripping his shoulders tighter.

Cooper’s other hand released the hold it had on my ass, drifted toward the front of my body, and curled around the front edge of my panties to pull them to one side. He held them there while his right hand went back to work.

He started by applying pressure and circling my clit with his thumb.

I knew it.

I knew from the moment I met him that he’d be so unbelievably talented with his hands.

Needing more, wanting him to have better access, I let go of his shoulders and dropped one of my hands back behind me to rest on the top of his thigh. The other went to my exposed breast.

“Fuck, Skye,” Cooper growled. He pushed two fingers inside me and said, “You’re even better than I thought.”

As he pumped his fingers in and out of me, his thumb still working my clit, I toyed with my nipple and worked my hips.

I climbed higher and higher, my gaze focused on the man in front of me. There was a look of determination lingering there, but it was mixed with something else. Cooper seemed to be in awe of what was happening, what he was witnessing. And I wondered what was going through his mind.

But that question flitted through my mind so fast, the burning desire and intense ache building low in my belly making it impossible for anything else to exist. My body took over, seeking that pleasure and taking everything Cooper was so intent on delivering.

“Oh, Cooper, I’m so close,” I panted. “Please don’t stop.”

Unsurprisingly, Cooper kept at me. He gave me what I needed, doing it like he knew precisely what my body wanted and the best way to provide it.

And then it happened.

No matter that I knew it was coming, I couldn’t prepare myself for any part of it.

Like it was hitting with the strength and power Cooper possessed, my orgasm tore through my body. My back arched briefly, but ultimately rounded, my head falling forward, and my mouth seeking out Cooper’s. He kissed me through it, swallowing my moans as each wave crashed into me.

His fingers never stopped. Not until they’d worked me through it, slowing slightly until I’d reached the other side, when they eventually ceased their movements.

I tore my mouth from Cooper’s and draped my arms over his shoulders, my forehead pressed firmly against his neck. He pulled his fingers from my body, adjusted my underwear, wrapped one arm around me, and slowly stroked his palm against my bare thigh while I struggled to get my breathing under control.

“Are you okay?” Cooper asked, his voice hoarse.

I nodded against him. “Yeah. Yeah, I just needed a minute to return to Earth. Wow, that was incredible.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I closed my eyes and smiled. I wasn’t quite sure that it was enough to say I enjoyed myself. It didn’t feel like it described what I’d just experienced accurately enough.

But instead of arguing that with Cooper, I thought it was worth giving him the praise he deserved. Still in the same position, I declared, “I had a feeling from the day I met you that you were going to be unbelievably talented with your hands. I’m happy to report, I wasn’t wrong.”