slight worry niggling at the back of his mind keeping them both from the ultimate satisfaction.
Afton was hopelessly lost in sensation, loving the feel of the surging hardness of him beneath her caressing fingers and pressing urgently against her writhing body. She tingled all over from the feel of hard male lips searching out secreted places, reciprocating by tracing the ridged indentations of a rippled abdomen with her tongue, tasting the salty sweat of him that made her ache even more for his final possession.
But she too became aware in the heady yearning madness of desire that there was a hesitation in him, a stalling that was causing beads of perspiration to crowd on his forehead as he hovered above her. Afton found her voice although it sounded weak and shaky even to her own ears. ‘Cooper, what…what’s wrong? Is it…’ she swallowed unsure, darkened eyes unknowingly anxious gazing up into his, ‘is it me ?’
‘No!’ Cooper groaned the protest, his lips slamming down against hers. ‘Afton, no! It’s just that …you’re so tiny, darling – and I’ve wanted this so badly, for so long…’ His head lifted and he revealed his unspoken fear to her at last, a deep concern shading his eyes black.
‘I’m scared of hurting you.’
Afton’s smile after he voiced his hidden concern was the most beautiful smile Cooper could ever remember receiving from anyone, anywhere.
‘I won’t break, Cooper,’ she pulled his head to hers with a hand tangled in his hair to whisper huskily in his ear; ‘I’ll even bend if you like.’
When Cooper looked back later on that night which he would do, many, many times, those mind-blowing, amazingly erotic words were the moment of his last coherent thought. The rest was covered in a red mist of rapture with vague memories of plunging wildly into her over and over again. Of shouting out her name and hearing her call out his, of ecstasy, unbelievable ecstasy that tore the breath from his body leaving him panting when he reemerged lying with his head pressed against her breast much later.
‘Afton,’ he whispered when the sensual haze finally began to lift, ‘ is this heaven ?’
She gave another angelic smile, stroking stray strands of damp black hair back from his forehead. ‘A quote from another of my favorite movies, Cooper – and yes, I would say that we definitely visited heaven – several times for me in fact.’
With a heart-melting smile, Cooper rolled over on to his back on the pillow next to her and settled her closely into his arms with a contented sigh. As he quickly fell asleep, Afton found herself wondering, lying with her cheek cradled against the steady rise and fall of his broad chest, could heaven really last – or were happy endings only for the movies?
Chapter Seven
‘THEN YOU DEFINE a date for me, Afton!’
Cooper glared at his reflection in the dresser mirror as he angrily thrust buttons through their waiting holes on his shirt. He was trying hard to keep his cool, but it was clear to him – and also to the woman observing from behind he knew, he was failing miserably , his temperature steadily rising to match the heat outside the shuttered bedroom windows.
Afton sighed. ‘Jason and I are just going to the Seattle Historical Society’s Founders Day Celebration, Cooper. I told you already how the paper is donating a bunch of old photographs to the Society’s archives and we’ll be the representatives from the Chronicle presenting them. It was all planned months ago – before we even met.’
‘So you dress up in something sexy, he picks you up in his car, you attend the event together and he drives you home afterwards.’
Cooper ticked off the facts that were ticking him off as he yanked on his pants pulling the zipper up with one quick, angry movement, ‘funny, that sounds very much like a date to me – for an engaged woman at that!’ His steamed glance shot over his shoulder to where Afton lay
Afton was hopelessly lost in sensation, loving the feel of the surging hardness of him beneath her caressing fingers and pressing urgently against her writhing body. She tingled all over from the feel of hard male lips searching out secreted places, reciprocating by tracing the ridged indentations of a rippled abdomen with her tongue, tasting the salty sweat of him that made her ache even more for his final possession.
But she too became aware in the heady yearning madness of desire that there was a hesitation in him, a stalling that was causing beads of perspiration to crowd on his forehead as he hovered above her. Afton found her voice although it sounded weak and shaky even to her own ears. ‘Cooper, what…what’s wrong? Is it…’ she swallowed unsure, darkened eyes unknowingly anxious gazing up into his, ‘is it me ?’
‘No!’ Cooper groaned the protest, his lips slamming down against hers. ‘Afton, no! It’s just that …you’re so tiny, darling – and I’ve wanted this so badly, for so long…’ His head lifted and he revealed his unspoken fear to her at last, a deep concern shading his eyes black.
‘I’m scared of hurting you.’
Afton’s smile after he voiced his hidden concern was the most beautiful smile Cooper could ever remember receiving from anyone, anywhere.
‘I won’t break, Cooper,’ she pulled his head to hers with a hand tangled in his hair to whisper huskily in his ear; ‘I’ll even bend if you like.’
When Cooper looked back later on that night which he would do, many, many times, those mind-blowing, amazingly erotic words were the moment of his last coherent thought. The rest was covered in a red mist of rapture with vague memories of plunging wildly into her over and over again. Of shouting out her name and hearing her call out his, of ecstasy, unbelievable ecstasy that tore the breath from his body leaving him panting when he reemerged lying with his head pressed against her breast much later.
‘Afton,’ he whispered when the sensual haze finally began to lift, ‘ is this heaven ?’
She gave another angelic smile, stroking stray strands of damp black hair back from his forehead. ‘A quote from another of my favorite movies, Cooper – and yes, I would say that we definitely visited heaven – several times for me in fact.’
With a heart-melting smile, Cooper rolled over on to his back on the pillow next to her and settled her closely into his arms with a contented sigh. As he quickly fell asleep, Afton found herself wondering, lying with her cheek cradled against the steady rise and fall of his broad chest, could heaven really last – or were happy endings only for the movies?
Chapter Seven
‘THEN YOU DEFINE a date for me, Afton!’
Cooper glared at his reflection in the dresser mirror as he angrily thrust buttons through their waiting holes on his shirt. He was trying hard to keep his cool, but it was clear to him – and also to the woman observing from behind he knew, he was failing miserably , his temperature steadily rising to match the heat outside the shuttered bedroom windows.
Afton sighed. ‘Jason and I are just going to the Seattle Historical Society’s Founders Day Celebration, Cooper. I told you already how the paper is donating a bunch of old photographs to the Society’s archives and we’ll be the representatives from the Chronicle presenting them. It was all planned months ago – before we even met.’
‘So you dress up in something sexy, he picks you up in his car, you attend the event together and he drives you home afterwards.’
Cooper ticked off the facts that were ticking him off as he yanked on his pants pulling the zipper up with one quick, angry movement, ‘funny, that sounds very much like a date to me – for an engaged woman at that!’ His steamed glance shot over his shoulder to where Afton lay
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