Page 76 of Broken Heart
His hold on me grew firmer, which left me feeling only marginally relieved. “I’ve thought about this moment for so long, sweetheart. It wasn’t long after I met you that I found myself thinking about having you. And right now, I’m struggling. Because there’s a part of me that wants nothing more than to ravish your body, taking everything I can get while giving you the same in return.”
A shiver ran down my spine just imagining how Cooper intended to do that and how badly I wanted for it to happen.
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips before he shared, “There’s this other part of me that doesn’t want that. That part wants to take the time to savor you.”
The worry I’d been feeling vanished. In an instant, it evaporated, and a smile formed on my face. “Cooper, this is our first time. It’s not our only time. Whatever we don’t do now, we can do later.”
“I just want it to be perfect for you.”
I smiled at him, loving that even in this moment, when he had something he desperately wanted, he was still concerned with what was best for me. “Whatever you do will be perfect,” I told him. “That we’re even here is a testament to that. I’m already happier than I thought possible. No matter what happens, as long as I can feel your hands on my skin and touch your naked body as you move inside me, I’m going to love it. It’s not about how this happens for me. It’s that it’s happening with you that’s going to make it everything I want it to be.”
Until I said those words, I hadn’t realized it was precisely how I felt. I was going to love whatever Cooper and I had together tonight, regardless of how it happened, because I was falling for him. And I’d take him any way I could have him.
“You’re incredible, Skye. Do you know that?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
Cooper didn’t give me a chance to respond. He bent at his hips and lowered me to my back in the bed. The second my head hit the mattress, his mouth was on mine. Just like he always did, Cooper blew me away with his kiss.
His tongue dueled with mine in a slow, lazy battle. His exploration of my mouth was just as unhurried as the journey his hands were making across my body. What I loved most was feeling him close, having the weight of him heavy on top of me.
I wanted more. I wanted to feel his warm skin and solid muscle beneath my fingertips. And when I eventually tore my mouth from his, gasping for breath, I whispered, “Cooper, please.”
His eyes roamed over my face briefly before he brought his lips to my neck, where he nipped at my skin. Shivers broke out all over my body, as a moan tore up my throat.
The moment he heard that, Cooper growled and allowed his hands to drift down beneath the hem of my dress. With his mouth still working at the skin along the side of my throat and across my collarbone, his hands moved along my sides beneath my dress, pushing it higher and higher.
In the midst of all of the physical sensations I was experiencing, I couldn’t miss the way Cooper was making this happen. It was as though he was taking his time and giving his hands the opportunity to learn every curve of my body.
Everything about it was slow and lazy. It was purposeful. And even though I was desperate to have more of him as quickly as I could, I didn’t mind giving him the time he wanted to strip me out of my dress.
Eventually, it happened. Cooper pulled the soft cotton material over my head and tossed it aside. He took in the sight of me in just a bra and a pair of panties. His appreciation for what he saw was unmatched, unparalleled. And he made me feel sexy.
Lifting slightly, I reached for his shirt and bunched it up in my hands as I pushed it up his torso. Cooper decided to help and pulled it the rest of the way off, throwing it in the same direction as he’d gone with my dress.
I hadn’t been able to pay attention to where the clothing wound up, because at the sight of Cooper’s body, I lost my ability to do anything else but stare at him. I’d seen him half naked before on two separate occasions already, but for some reason, they didn’t compare to this. Seeing him like that now was like seeing him for the first time.
Maybe it was because I knew what was ahead for me, for us. It was impossible not to view his body differently now.
And when he brought his hands to the fly of his pants, my heart started racing. Whether he was too distracted by the sight of me—his eyes hadn’t stopped roaming—or he wanted to torture me just a bit, he took his time unbuttoning and unzipping. It felt like an eternity had passed before Cooper was standing in front of me in nothing but his underwear.
“Cooper, come here,” I begged.
One corner of his mouth quirked as he put a knee to the bed and climbed back in with me. The moment our bodies were touching again, I was in my glory. It was even better than I had anticipated.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked, his lips pressed lightly against mine.
Evidently, Cooper didn’t need an answer, because he captured my mouth with his and kissed me again.
We continued to take our time and began removing our undergarments one by one. And the appreciation for what we each got to see once we were both naked was on another level.
Cooper’s eyes were ablaze with desire, and I could feel the fire burning in my own. “I can’t wait any longer, Cooper.”
Ever interested in pleasing me, Cooper made quick work of getting a condom on. Within seconds, his body was back over mine, and he had positioned himself. Cooper kept his eyes on mine as he pushed forward. My lips had parted, my body needing a moment to adjust to his size.
“You feel incredible, sweetheart.”
“So do you. Can you move? I want more of you.”
Keeping his eyes on mine, Cooper pulled his hips back and thrust forward again. He repeated those same movements several times, his pace unhurried. He was in no rush.