For Keeps (3 page)

She kissed him softly before taking two small steps to the bed and spreading out on her back, leaving her soft curves on display. Watching her eyes as they trailed down his body was the ultimate ego boost. She chewed on her lip and motioned to him with a curl of her finger as her sights dipped lower.

Kneeling next to her, he stretched out on his side, drawing a line down the center of her smooth stomach. “We need to get you out of these.”

Allie raised her hips as Cooper slid her jeans to her knees, then tugged at them with her feet until they were on the floor. He looped his finger around her bellybutton before journeying south, touching her over the silken fabric of her panties.

It took a concerted effort to keep her eyes open as his hand gently teased her through the silk. The only thing giving her strength was the view of Cooper without his clothes. The dips and grooves of his collarbone were breathtaking, his athletic shoulders firm. His sleek and well-built chest hosted an enticing patch of curly hair in the center.

She smoothed her hand over the ripples of his firm abs as she turned to her side, wanting the full length of his body against hers. His buttery lips worked into hers, their tongues spiraling, his clean and masculine scent filling her lungs. She hitched her leg over his hip and he used the opportunity to push aside the narrow stretch of fabric between her legs. Expertly slipping a finger inside her, he eased his thumb along her slick folds until he found her throbbing clit.

The gasp that escaped her lips was the rush of a dozen breaths released at once. “God, yes,” she rasped into his ear before gently nipping at his lobe.

“You’re so wet, Allie. I can’t wait to bury myself in you. I have fantasized about this so many times.”

Her heartbeat thundered at the thought of having every inch of his thick cock inside her. “You have?”

“Yes.” His steamy breath skimmed her jaw. “Now that it’s happening, I just want to make you come every way I can think of.”

Electricity raced over the surface of her skin, every nerve ending now poised. It had been a lifetime since a man had talked to her in the bedroom, told her how much he wanted her. She reached down and greedily wrapped her fingers around his hot cock, the smooth skin so taut that she couldn’t imagine how he could take it. Cooper groaned and tilted his hips closer.

He rubbed her clit in determined circles as he curled his finger into her G-spot and stroked. Her breaths grew shorter in anticipation of the release coiled in her belly. “Do you have a condom?”

Cooper flipped her to her back. “Yes, but I want you to go with it.” He lowered his head and sucked her tightly beaded nipple into his mouth. “We have all night.” He glossed his moist mouth over her breasts, tongue teasing and swirling.

His request would not be a problem—she felt as if her eyes might roll into the back of her head. She sank into the bed as she caressed his thigh with her ankle, the hair of his leg tickling the arch of her foot. The buildup was intense, every time she was about to let go, he took her another rung higher.

He slipped a second finger inside and groaned. “If you feel this good to my hand, being inside you will be off the chart.” He drove deeper and changed the angle of his thumb against her clit.

The sensation was one she’d only been able to produce on her own. No man had ever found that exact sweet spot, and she felt the floodgates about to burst. “Right there. Please don’t stop.” Her shoulders seized as energy gathered in her center and gave way, rippling through her. She knocked her head back and called out, an unusually vocal manifestation of ecstasy.

He settled his face in her neck and laughed quietly as she curled into him, gasping for breath. “Careful, Allie. What will the neighbors say?”

Chapter Three

Cooper watched Allie give in to the aftereffects of what had apparently been a pretty kick-ass orgasm.
I can’t believe I kept it together through that.
Exploring her body and watching her come was the best thing that had happened in weeks.

She giggled as she caught her breath. The sound was welcome but unnecessary fuel for his already record-breaking hard-on. “The guy upstairs is always being noisy.”

“Maybe there’s something you can do to shut him up.” He threaded his fingers through her silken hair and she signaled her readiness for round two by arching her back.

The delicate skin of her thigh brushed against his cock and she settled her leg between his, grinding against him with her hip. She pushed his shoulder down onto the bed and straddled his waist. A grin spread across her face, her eyes dark in the soft light.

Waves of her hair collapsed around her face as she leaned down to kiss him. Her mouth was craving and she squeezed his rib cage with her thighs. “If I do it right, he won’t be quiet at all,” she whispered in his ear.

He was about to beg her to find the condom in his pocket when she moved and knelt between his legs. Her moist lips trailed along his midline, his abs twitching with each fading imprint she left. She spread her fingers across his inner thighs. Sharp fingernails raked the hair of his legs, driving him insane with desire. He struggled to quiet the urges of his hips, which only wanted to buck off the bed so he could finally find himself nestled between Allie’s unbelievable lips.

She glanced at him before she lowered her head and dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock. The image made him feel as if he were about to rocket into space. When she reached the tip, she licked her lips and pressed them against it in a kiss. Her slender fingers toyed with his balls, sending waves of elation throughout his groin.

He ached for more of her touch and she seemed to respond, sucking him into her mouth while swirling her tongue around him. She coiled her fingers around the base, managing to get the right amount of pressure from the beginning. It was obvious she knew not to worry about being gentle, setting a pace that caused his shoulders to rise around his ears. She rode his length with her mouth, pumping from the base with her hand, humming in a way that suggested she loved every minute of it. That sent his mind reeling, knowing that she took pleasure in one of the acts he’d fantasized about dozens of times.

Cooper was so in awe of her talents, he hadn’t realized he’d nearly been holding his breath. A groan rushed from his lips when she took him in deep, the tip of his cock riding into the narrowest part of her throat. “Allie, come here. Let me make love to you.”

She slid her lips from their mind-breaking grasp. “You’re so impatient.” The sensation she created as she continued to caress his inner thighs was enough to make him forget his request. “You’ll enjoy it more if I take you to the brink and stop right before you get there.”

He furrowed his brow. “That sounds like torture.”

“Trust me. It’s not.” She returned her attention to his cock as if she couldn’t stand to stay away. This time, she employed a painfully soft touch. Her lips skimmed his length and she huffed hot breath against his skin.

Stopping a woman mid-blowjob one time, let alone a second time, seemed crazy. He’d never done it before and had no clue as to what she was talking about. The hitch was that this might be a one-time thing and he wanted to get as much of Allie as he could. He eased his fingers under her arms. “Allie, come on. Let me make love to you.”

She relented but still took a final lick before sitting back on her knees. “Condom?” The silhouette of her curves lit from behind was another snapshot worth committing to memory.

“My pocket. I can get it.”

She hopped down off the bed and stuffed her hand into his jeans, quickly finding the foil packet. “Do you always walk around with one of these?”

“Uh, no.” His mind scrambled as she climbed back onto the bed, realizing he’d just been busted.

Allie tore open the package and set the wrapping on the bedside table. Taking full view of his long body and his stunning erection, she decided she might be the luckiest woman on the planet. Drawn by the alluring visual, she gave the head of his cock one more suck before rolling on the condom.

Cooper took command and none too subtly flipped her on to her back. The wanton look on his face, dark eyes and open lips was a thrill in its own.

She spread her legs for him and he stroked her entrance with the tip of his cock before he took his first enthusiastic thrust. Allie’s head bonked against the headboard just as she tried to wrap her mind around how completely he filled her.

“Shit,” Cooper blurted, dropping to his elbows. He molded his hands around the top of her head. “Are you okay?”

She grinned at the concern in his eyes, but also fought a snicker.
So sweet.
She also noticed how sweet it was to have more of his body weight on her. The pressure was perfect, hitting the ideal spot. “I’m great. You feel amazing,” she purred. Her lips were on his and she wrapped her legs around his hips.

Sliding his hand under the small of her back, he pulled her closer and clear of the headboard. “You’re the one who feels amazing.” He pushed back up onto his hands and began to thrust, nearly pulling all the way out with every pass. The strength of his legs and abs was apparent, as he seemed to hold himself in the position with little effort.

Her body quickly adapted to his hot flesh pushing and pulling. Every inch of his cock was worth celebrating and it all felt incredible—coming and going. Her hips rose to meet him and sank back to start again. Pressure quickly built in her belly, her clit now aching for attention.

It normally took her a while to be truly uninhibited with a man, but something about Cooper had her at ease. Perhaps it was the fact that the first orgasm he’d given her might have been her best ever. She caressed her breasts, her thumbs riding over her nipples as he watched.

He groaned as he thrust again, long and hard “That is so hot. I love seeing a woman touch herself.”

“You do?”

His breaths were becoming ragged and deep. “Yes, it’s a total turn-on.”

She decided she might as well claim everything there was to take.
When am I ever going to have sex with a twenty-something guy again?
Allie slowly trailed a finger between her breasts, down her stomach, and zeroed in on her clit. She watched as his eyes lit up when she looped her fingers in small circles. “Like this?”

“God, yes.” His thrusts became more forceful and she sensed the tension coiling in him. He glanced down between their bodies, apparently to watch his cock ride in and out of her as her fingers did the rest of the job. He adjusted the slant of his hips, hitting her at a very fulfilling angle.

The change sent her barreling for the peak. She doubled the pace of her fingers and tensed her muscles around him, pulling him in again and again.

Cooper began slamming into her hard enough for her head to create heat on the pillow. “Oh Allie,” he said, closing his eyes and biting his lip as if he couldn’t take it anymore.

Her back arched as the waves tore through her, starting between her legs and making a thundering trip through her chest and limbs.

He pulled her tight and, with a few masterful thrusts, prolonged her climax before he called out. “Oh God.” He pulsed inside her and she squeezed her muscles to give him every last bit of pleasure she could. His head dropped into the crook of her neck and he nearly collapsed on top of her. He rolled to his side, his chest heaving until his breaths grew longer and more even.

Allie curled into him and smoothed her foot over the front of his calf. “Wow,” she said. “That was unbelievable.”

Cooper felt as if his brain was nothing more than jelly. He couldn’t remember an orgasm like that. He couldn’t recall whatever was a distant second. “I’d say that was better than unbelievable.” He worked his hand into her now disheveled hair and tenderly kissed her.

Her tongue playfully prodded his. “I’m far less stressed out about work now.”

Cooper shook his head. “Work? What’s that?”

“Exactly.”

He got up and stepped into her spa-like bathroom, with its fluffy white towels and slate tile. He tossed the condom in the trash and washed his hands, a pleasant herby smell from the soap filling the air. Candles surrounded the large soaking tub, the perfect spot for next time.
If there is a next time.

He’d been so wrapped up in his desire for Allie that he hadn’t thought about things like repercussions.
I wanted her and I guess she wanted me. Maybe that’s all there is. I guess I could be cool with that. As long as we get to do it a few more times.

Allie wasn’t in bed when he returned, so he snatched his boxer briefs from the floor and traipsed into the kitchen to find her lighting the stove, wearing a short black nightie with lace trim and narrow straps. Stepping up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her tiny torso under her breasts and kissed the top of her head. The nightgown, made from a knit like a t-shirt, was soft against the bare skin of his stomach.

“Are you cooking for me again?” he asked.

She wiggled her hips, pressing her curvy ass into his crotch. “I thought we should make the crepes.”

“We’re going to be making more than crepes if you keep rubbing against me like that.” He slid his hands to her hips and fought the urge to dip them lower and rake the nightgown up and away.

She peered up at him with the back of her head against his chest. Her eyes were as crystal clear as the Caribbean Sea. “Food first. I’m actually hungry.”

“You know what? You sit. I’ll make the crepes.”

“You?” She turned in his arms and held her hand to his forehead. “Are you feeling all right?”

He released his hold and pulled a barstool from the center island. “You sit. I will cook. You just need to tell me what to do.”

Allie plopped down on the seat, the hem of her nightgown hiking to the middle of her creamy thighs. “The pan’s probably ready.” She nodded toward the stove. “Put a pat of butter in the pan and swirl it around until it’s melted and bubbly. Then add a ladleful of batter.”

“Got it.” He did as she instructed but the batter sat in the middle of the pan after he poured it.

“Oh sorry. You have to swirl it in the pan until the batter covers the bottom.”

He shook his head. “I’m holding you responsible if this doesn’t work.”

“Now wait until it looks like it’s mostly cooked through and flip it. I just use my fingers.”

He reached into the skillet and the searing hot metal singed his hand. “Shit.” He shook his wrist, pain stinging his fingertips. “How do you do this?”

“Here. Let me help.” The metal barstool scraped on the wood floor.

“No, you sit. I can figure it out.”

He reached into the pan again and managed to lift the crepe, but it tore and collapsed into the skillet.

Allie took her perch. “You sure?” She watched as Cooper dumped the crepe onto a plate and started again. Even in profile, she could see he was intent on getting it right.

Those few moments of silence set her mind on a course of overthinking. The evening clearly hadn’t played out as she’d thought it would.
We slept together. He’s making dessert in my apartment in his underwear. What in the hell am I doing?

He slipped the crepe on to the plate and brought it to her along with the Nutella. “Let’s try this one before I go any further.”

The expanse of his bare chest was more than she could take and chocolate was no distraction. She didn’t want to launch into full-on Mrs. Robinson mode, but she had to touch him so she rubbed the top of her foot along the back of his calf.

He waggled an eyebrow, holding a bite for her on a fork. “Try this.”

She leaned closer, using the excuse to brace her hand on his waist, and wrapped her lips around the fork. The creamy chocolate and velvety crepe filled her mouth, but more than anything she loved watching the expectation in his eyes. “Mmm. Great job. You’re hired,” she said, wiping her bottom lip with her finger.

“Good to know. I’ll make more.” He returned to the stove and turned the flame back up. “I had no idea you were in the market for a young stud to cook for you in his underwear.”

A boulder took residence in Allie’s stomach.
Oh God. He does think I’m Mrs. Robinson.

It didn’t matter that she couldn’t think of a response because Cooper turned to her. “I’m sorry. Did that sound as bad as I think it did?”

It still felt as if someone was holding on to her throat. He’d said that the age thing didn’t bother him, but there it was—the elephant in the room. Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile. “No. You’re fine. And of course I’m in the market for a guy to cook for me in his underwear. Every woman wants that,” she quipped. The floor seemed like a good spot on which to focus while she recovered from the minor sting of the truth.

He laughed quietly and went back to cooking, eventually bringing four more crepes to the center island. Pulling out a second barstool, he sat next to her and they ate from the same plate.