Torrid Little Affair (Forbidden Desires #3)

I relaxed into him, and we both shifted closer to each other, our hands wandering over each other’s bodies. Cooper ran his fingertips gently across my back, down my side, and over my hip before beginning the whole motion again, and my skin felt electric under his touch. I pressed my hands against his chest, savoring the way his muscles rose and fell to the rhythm of his breathing. We were both breathing heavily, small gasps and moans escaping from my mouth every time his tongue wandered over to my neck or across my collarbone.

Warmth spread from between my legs to the ends of my entire body. I was wetter than I was the first time we kissed-and I didn’t think that was possible. I could tell that Cooper was turned on too, but if I had to guess by how patient he was being, I would have said that he had no interest in going any further.

The need for more grew stronger inside me.

Was Cooper always this restrained? What about all those orgasms I was promised?

I kissed him harder and faster, moving my tongue more feverishly against his, and Cooper seemed to get the hint. Without skipping a beat, he placed his hand on my thigh, running it down to my knee before moving up between my legs. He touched me gently over my jeans, and I could feel that my panties were soaked through. I moaned at his touch, and his fingers moved deftly to my waist, unbuttoning my jeans and undoing the zipper. My heart pounded harder than ever, and even though I was nervous, no part of me wanted him to stop.

Within moments, Cooper moved his body over mine, peeling my jeans off and settling in between my legs. I moved my knees wider apart to make room for his massive frame as he began kissing the insides of my thighs. I threw my head back on the couch, my breathing ragged in anticipation of what I knew what was about to happen.

“Tell me this is okay, little dove,” he murmured as his fingers slid under the waistband of my lace panties.

“Yes, please,” I whispered.

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The moment his tongue came into contact with my clit, I felt like my heart was going to explode. He licked slowly and purposefully over the length of my folds, and I couldn’t contain the low moans that came out of me. As Cooper continued working his mouth over my sex, my entire body responded to him. My back arched and my moans were frequent-the pleasure overtook me in a way I never thought it could.

Without thinking, I reached for his head, running my fingers through his hair as my hips moved to the rhythm of his tongue. Within minutes, I felt an orgasm building inside me, and I could tell that Cooper felt it too. He lapped at my folds with more purpose than ever, coaxing me to climax, and when I came, it felt like my soul left my body. I melted into the couch, letting waves of pleasure wash over me until there was nothing left.

Cooper rose to his feet and sat down next to me, running his hand tenderly over my thigh. We sat there for a moment, our chests heaving, and suddenly, I became aware of how exposed I was. My jeans and panties were in a puddle on the floor, my nakedness fully on display. A wave of shame washed over me and I jumped to my feet, pulling up my pants and hastily buttoning them.

What have I just done?

I had to get out of there. Now.

“I, uh, I have to go,” I said, looking frantically around the room to find my purse, my phone, my shoes. I gathered my things in a hurry, making a point not to look at Cooper. I could hear him saying something indistinct, but I wasn’t listening. I didn’t care what he had to say. All I knew was that I couldn’t be around him anymore, that I needed to find somewhere else to be-and fast.

Before he could stop me, I ran out the door and closed it behind me, taking the elevator down and walking swiftly to my car.

The drive home was a blur, my mind racing with frantic, embarrassed thoughts. I couldn’t believe that Cooper had just seen so much of my naked body, that I had let him do the things he did to me. No matter how good it had felt in the moment, I couldn’t shake the shame that consumed me at the thought of myself on display for him, fully exposed on the couch he sat on every day.

When I got home, I immediately took a shower, still numb from my reaction to the intimacy Cooper and I had shared. It was too much-I knew that now. Even with how patient he had been in the moment, I felt like we had crossed a line, and I didn’t know if I could ever look him in the eye again. As I did my best to scrub the shame off my skin, I could feel my heart pounding throughout my entire body.

I wasn’t prepared for the level of intimacy and intensity that Cooper had to offer. I thought I’d wrapped my head around our arrangement, but I guess I’d pictured two people under the sheets in a dark room, not what had just happened where I’d been so exposed, so worshipped by his mouth. It was overwhelming.

One thought kept running through my mind, louder and clearer than all the rest.

I never should have said yes to Cooper’s offer.