“True, but I want to be helpful while you’re thinking about it.”
Helpful. He slid his hand just under my breast and then captured the nipple with his teeth through the shirt. The combination of sensations threatened to short-circuit my brain. It was so simple and at the same time, they’d been so careful inhowthey touched me. I’d half-worried it wasn’t going to be the same.
No.
Couldn’t say that worry lingered at the moment. He slid his free hand under my shirt and covered the other breast. My legs trembled, and I slid onto my knees onto the bed. When he lifted his head to look at me, I traced my fingers against his cheek. The damp tank clung to the nipple he’d just sucked, and it ached even as he tweaked it.
“Kiss me?” I whispered. “Like, really kiss me?”
When one of his hands slipped away from my breasts, I almost complained. Almost. But he pushed up onto his knees and cupped my chin before gently running his finger over my lower lip. “Still hurt?”
“A little.” I could lie and say no. “But it doesn’t sting anymore.”
He pressed his lips to where the cut had been. A butterfly kiss, there and gone again. “Hurt?”
“No.”
Another kiss, this time to the corner of my mouth. “Here?”
“No,” I said with a smile.
He brushed his lips to the other corner. “What about here?”
“No,” I whispered, and put my left hand on his chest to steady myself. He caught my right and lifted it gently until the splinted hand was on his shoulder. Then he pressed his lips to mine, a whisper of a touch. “No,” I said quickly before he could say anything.
“You don’t know what I was going to ask,” he teased. Another gentle touch. “What if I was going to ask if I could slip you tongue?” He traced his tongue over my lower lip as if to make a point. “Or if I was going to ask can I take off your shirt before I kiss you?” He squeezed my breast, and my nipples tightened more.
“Coop…” It came out more a whimper than a complaint, but he nuzzled a path of little kisses to my ear.
“Can I take off your shirt, Frankie?”
I shuddered. “Yes.”
It would be easier with his help anyway, or I’d have dragged it off by now. He caught the hem of the tank top and lifted. Even if everything in me screamed to rush, he took care to free my left arm first and then moved it gently down my right and over the split and off without jostling anything.
All of my complaints fled at the fierce and focused expression on his face. The cool air against my breasts had me moving close to him until I was chest to breast. When I slid my hand down his chest toward his very erect dick, he paused and watched me with a small smirk.
“Not going to wait for me to say truth or dare?”
I snorted. Indignant. “You haven’t evendoneyour dare yet, you don’t get to com—” His mouth closed over mine as he clasped my nape, and I groaned. This was what I’d been missing. He darted his tongue in to duel with mine, chasing it as he deepened the kiss. These wet, long, tongue-twisting morning kisses. I closed my left hand on his cock, and his moan vibrated right through me.
If not for his hand on my hip and his other on my nape, I might have fallen because I only had my right for balance, but I didn’t want to stop kissing him, even as I began to stroke him. I’d really missed this. Missed touching him—any of them. The hugs, the cuddling, and the holding were great, but I drowned in the feel of Coop devouring my mouth.
His dick was hot in my palm, and with every squeezing stroke I made, he pushed forward against my hand.
“Fuck,” he muttered, releasing my mouth long enough for me to gasp in a breath.
“I think that’s the idea.”
He paused with his lips touching mine, and I swore his eyes widened a fraction, then laughter flowed out of him and I grinned. The corners of his eyes crinkled as his mouth stretched into a smile. “You really are feeling better?”
There was hope and hesitation in that question. I licked my lips. “I know a way I could be feeling a lot better.”
He sucked in a breath before covering my hand on him. “You keep that up, and I’m going to be over before we get to the fun part.”
This was kind of the fun part, but I appreciated the warning.
Then, focusing on me, he said, “Truth or dare?”