“When I lick your pussy?” he asked.

God, could he make this any hotter? Just his words alone… “Yes. Yes, when you do that.”

“Say it, Tessa. Tell me you love when I lick your pussy.”

Tessa tensed, her body straining to fight off what he was asking her to do. It was one thing to enjoy what he did, what he said, but to repeat it. She couldn’t.

She felt his breath between her thighs once more, and she thought he was going to move on, but he didn’t. “If you want me to continue, you’ll tell me.”

“You’re incorrigible,” she bit out.

“I’m many things, darlin’. Tell me.”

Tessa groaned as his breath teased the sensitive tissue, her pussy begging for his touch. “I love when you lick me,” she said, her words reflecting her uncertainty.

Cooper pushed her legs farther apart, his big hands flat on the inside of her thighs, holding her open to his gaze and Tessa wanted to beg him to lick her.

“Lick you where? Repeat after me, Tessa. ‘Cooper, I love when you lick my pussy’.”

Oh, God! She nearly came up off the bed as his tongue briefly touched her clit, an obvious attempt to torture her. “Cooper, I love – Oh, God! – I love when you lick my pussy!”

As soon as the last word left her lips, his mouth descended on her, and she screamed, the sudden heat against her needy nerve endings almost sending her over the edge. To her relief, he slowed his movements, his tongue searching, seeking, torturing her as he lapped at her over and over again. She was a writhing, moaning mess by the time he drove his tongue inside of her. “Cooper! Please!”

“Please what?” he asked, the smile in his voice evident.

“Please make me come.” Now that she could say.

“My pleasure, baby,” he growled, the vibration reigniting the embers, making the flames burn hotter until she was gripping the comforter beneath her hands, her muscles locking up one by one until she was thrusting her hips upward, pressing against his mouth. When he began flicking her clit relentlessly, her orgasm exploded like a violent earthquake, knocking her off balance as she tried to hold on to the last vestiges of her sanity.

Chapter Twenty Eight

As Tessa came, Cooper couldn’t tear his eyes off of her. When she settled back on the bed, he eased up her body, tasting her skin along the way, teasing one puckered nipple before continuing. There was a smile on her face that made his heart swell.

“I love to watch you come,” he whispered against her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

“Feel better?” he asked, pressing his iron hard cock against her lower belly.

“I will in a minute,” she said, taking him entirely off guard.

“Well, that’s not what I expected to hear.”

Tessa’s sudden movement surprised him, and she managed to flip their positions before he realized what was happening. He flopped onto his back, allowing the alluring, naked cowgirl to straddle him.

“I could get used to this,” he told her.

“I’m sure you could. But that comes later.”

He growled. She smiled.

As she probably already realized, patience wasn’t one of his virtues, but it seemed like she always wanted to push his limits. He was just about to warn her when she pressed her entire body against the full length of his, her tongue teasing his bottom lip. Figuring she wanted to take the reins, Cooper remained motionless, watching to see what she’d do next.

He tracked every movement, heard her uneven breaths mixed with his own as she moved down his body, her lips trailing blazes of heat over his skin. When she gently bit his nipple, he almost bucked her off of him.

“Sonuvabitch,” he growled.

Her head came up, and the little minx was smiling.

“Did that hurt?”

“Fuck no,” he growled. It didn’t hurt. It felt too fucking good and that was the problem. Ever since the shower that morning, Cooper had been hanging by a thread, and he wanted to be inside of her. If she was going to torture him, then he wouldn’t be able to make it until then.

“Then lay back and enjoy it, cowboy,” she said sweetly, her mouth lowering above his other nipple, teasing him with her breath before licking him.

She must’ve sensed he was going to say something because her finger came up and landed over his mouth, making him laugh. He got the hint. He was supposed to be quiet. He could handle…

“Fucking hell!”

Her throaty laugh made his cock swell impossibly further.

“You bit me again,” he accused.

“And the more you talk, the more I bite.”

Ok, he didn’t need to be told twice. Dropping his head to the pillow, he closed his eyes and tried to hold on to his control. He was just going to have to endure.

Her silky hair drifted over his chest as she moved lower, her mouth placing hot, wet kisses over his skin as she continued. As soon as his brain recognized what she was about to do, Cooper’s legs locked up.

Smooth, soft fingers curled around his straining cock, moving ever so slowly, the sensations nearly too much to bear. It would be one thing for her to be aggressive, but this sensual torture was going to be the death of him.

He tried to compartmentalize the different sensations, hoping like hell he could ignore the subtle strokes along his cock.

Nope. Not happening.

Shit.

“Tessa. Darlin’, please,” he begged, his voice strained with how much he was holding back.

“I love when you ask so nicely,” she teased and then her hot, moist mouth was on him, the head of his cock slowly slipping between her lips and he found himself gripping the blankets beneath him to keep from reaching for her.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” he roared, pushing up into her mouth.

Her small hands landed flat on his thighs, attempting to hold him down and he gave in, forcing his body to remain flat against the mattress as her sweet mouth slid over him, her tongue teasing the flared head before taking him deeper. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the heavenly feel of her mouth on him. She wasn’t just sucking his cock, she was exploring him with her mouth, and he wanted to shout to the heavens. It was the most unbelievable feeling, her tongue stroking, teasing. When her lips closed around him, and she sucked him deep, he groaned, his balls drawing up tightly to his body.

Unable to stop himself, Cooper grabbed her head with one hand, holding her still. “Uh – uh. I’m not coming in your mouth, Tessa. Not this time, baby.” He wanted to be inside of her. He wanted her to come at the same time he did, and if she kept this up, he was going to lose all of his noble intentions.

He kept his fingers threaded in her hair, controlling her movements as best he could, enjoying the silky feel of her mouth as she sucked his cock, bathing him with her tongue until he couldn’t take any more.

“Come here, Tessa.” Adding a bit of demand to his tone, he kept his fingers wound in her hair, pulling gently until she was doing as he asked. Once she was over him, he flipped them again, wanting to feel her beneath him. “Remember what you said earlier?”

Tessa nodded, her wide eyes locked with his. “I’m on the pill,” she said. “I swear to you, I’m on the pill.”

The fact that Tessa understood his pain from earlier made his chest swell. He appreciated her reassurance, and he believed her. Hell, he’d believed her the first time she had told him.

“I’m clean, Tessa. I have routine checkups, and I use condoms.”

Tessa’s eyes darted away briefly and then back to his. “I’m clean too. I don’t have sex. The last time – before you and I – was almost two years ago. With Chad. We used condoms, but I was tested anyway.”

Cooper’s gut twisted with just the mention of the bastard’s name, but he ignored the jealousy and nodded his head.

“Do you trust me? If we’re going to do this, I want to know that you trust me. That you won’t run from me if things get tough.” He paused, swallowed. “This is just the beginning, Tessa.”

“Yes,” she said on a sob. “I trust you, Cooper.”

Her cool fingers rested against his cheeks and Cooper leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers. The kiss started gently, but quickly escalated, infused with the molten heat that they generated when they were together. Shifting until he was right where he wanted to be, Cooper didn’t break the kiss, inhaling Tessa’s gasp as he thrust into her hard.

As much as he wanted to go slow, to make love to her the way he had in the bed of his truck under the stars, the thread on his control was too frayed. Pulling back, he stared down at her. “Put your hands on the headboard,” he ordered.

Her grin made his heart melt. She easily lifted her arms, her hands wrapping around the bars on the headboard.

Cooper pushed up onto his knees, gripping her hips as he lifted her slightly, pushing deeper and then retreating slowly. Her breasts swayed as he began a slow, almost gentle rhythm. He could only maintain slow for so long because the hot, wet grip of her pussy was too much. Without the latex barrier, she was scorching him, and the slow glide through her slick heat quickly morphed into punishing thrusts of his hips as he slammed into her, her arms locked as she added resistance against the headboard.

“Cooper,” Tessa groaned, her eyes closing as her head tipped back against the pillow.

He was unable to say a word, his body spoke the only language he knew at the moment as he continued to pound into her. He refused to come until she did, but she seemed to be holding out on him. He released her hips and took one leg, lifting it high on his shoulder as he leaned into her, providing the perfect angle…

“Fuck, baby.” Cooper paused, taking a deep breath as the pleasure overwhelmed him. “Tessa, you feel so fucking good. So damn tight.” He was rambling, but it was the only thing he could do to keep from slamming into her and coming with a vengeance.

“Cooper! Don’t stop! Oh!” Tessa screamed as her pussy gripped him like a velvet vice, clamping down on his cock until he had to give himself over to the pleasure.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

“You do know we have to get up at some point today,” Tessa told Cooper a couple of hours later when they awoke, cuddled up next to each other in her bed.

A disgruntled sound came from Cooper’s chest, and she curled into him even more.

“Shit!” he exclaimed and pushed up, glancing over at the clock.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling the sheet up over her bare breasts as she sat up.

“I left Dalton at the bar last night. He was supposed to stay with me,” Cooper told her, a smile replacing his frown.

“Oh, crap.”

“Yeah,” he answered, crawling out of bed and walking naked toward the bathroom. “There’s no telling what kind of trouble that boy got himself into.”

Tessa fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She remembered the way Dalton had been watching Katie and wondered for a minute… Surely not. She wasn’t sure Katie could handle a cowboy like Dalton. Hell, she wasn’t sure Devil’s Bend could handle him, especially if he was anything like Cooper.

He peeked into the bedroom a minute later, smiling at her. “You mind coming to the house for dinner tonight? I’d like you there when I talk to Dalton about the logistics of the farm.”

Tessa nodded, her heart constricting in her chest. He wanted to include her in his discussions about the farm. She knew he’d been working on getting a plan together, bringing in some volunteers to help with the barn. There was a lot of work to be done before he could purchase horses though.

The sound of the shower came on, and Tessa let her eyes close as she thought about everything that had happened since last night. Just when she thought her world was crashing in on her, Cooper went and threw her for a loop. His story had broken her heart, and at the same time she was angry at Marcus for trying to make Cooper sound like a serial womanizer.

Still, there was a tiny part of her that was scared to open up to him completely. Even if she trusted him, her past didn’t allow her to embrace any sort of happiness. Her path seemed paved with roadblocks that would keep her from a life of happiness. Granted, she had no one to blame but herself. Had she not been so out of control…

When Cooper appeared a few minutes later wearing only his jeans, Tessa pushed all of her negative thoughts to the back of her mind and focused on him.

“I better head out and see if I can track him down. The last thing Devil’s Bend needs is that man on the prowl. I’ll see you in a couple of hours?”