Page 43 of Peer & Coco

Chapter 17

Coco slipped her armsaround Peer's neck. His beard prickled her neck, sending tingles over her skin.

"We have to be quiet," whispered Coco.

His lips quirked as he backed her into the bedroom. "I can't promise that."

His tongue caressed her ear lobe. She quivered, holding on to him tighter.

The bed pressed against the back of her legs. She hummed.

"You have too many clothes on." His thumbs hooked the sides of her underwear.

She shimmied, helping him undress her. He'd caught her with only a bra and a pair of panties on. There wasn't much left to strip off her.

He leaned back and skillfully unhooked the front clasp of her bra. With her breasts free, she trailed her hands down his chest, over his hard abs, and unfastened his jeans. He had only slipped on his pants when he'd gotten out of bed to soothe Tyr back to sleep.

With both of them naked, she kept herself from blinking as a moan escaped her lips. She could look, drool, and drive herself crazy, entertaining herself all day long if he stood naked in front of her.

Caught between ecstasy and weakness, she found herself at his mercy once again.

Having always been the aggressor when it came to her sex life, believing she had every right to enjoy herself as much as any man, she loved, absolutely loved, knowing from the stage where they both got naked, he controlled her feelings, her movement, her desire.

"I've thought about, dreamed about, fantasized about your body for longer than I want to admit, and nothing compares to when I see you with my own two eyes and can touch you with my hands, and put my cock inside your body. Gets me. Every damn time." His chest expanded, and his gaze warmed.

She reached for his head, unsteady on her feet. Everything about Peer came out raw, unfiltered, honest. He was a Norwegian, proud, loyal, and steady.

Admiration flowed through her. He was everything she wanted in a man. Period.

He stepped away. She floundered, alone, until he went to the dresser and brought a condom back with him.

Peer never asked if he should wear a condom, which she was thankful for. But there were times she wondered if he feared getting her pregnant.

He tossed the protection on the bed, and then took her with him, laying her down. Jolts of energy and warmth settled in her lower stomach.

"You're shaking." He ran the back of his hand over her cheek.

"You do that to me." She trailed her hands along his sides. "I feel like I'm drunk."

"You haven't had anything to drink."

"I know," she whispered, kissing him softly.

Her heart beat wildly. All the emotions and happiness made her feel powerful and loved in a way she'd never known.

The lustful heaviness of his eyelids as he looked down into her eyes sent desire swarming her body. A deep pounding in her soul singing loudly.

Being with him also affected her. She could sense his need pressed against her inner thigh and hear his heavier breathing. The lines on his forehead more prominent as he concentrated.

He braced on one elbow and placed his hand on the middle of her chest. His gaze lowered. Her nipples peaked. With each second, he looked at her body, her insides tightened, and her breath came faster.

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock. Her heartbeat reached her ears, pounding hard and deafening her.

He moved his hand. It wasn't until a feathery softness swept over her pussy; she knew he'd put his fingers on her.

Peer captured her lips and swallowed the moan that erupted from her mouth. His tongue sought entrance before hers, and then it was a battle of who could get closer. Touch more. Feel more.

The soft stretched skin of his cock held the pounding heat of his arousal. She squeezed the hardness, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.