Boiling Point (6 page)

With a small smile and a plan, Cooper threw back the comforter. She squawked, but he noticed that she remained invisible. Golden-orange, shimmering with red was an amazing look for her. Her body sizzled its heat, deepening its intensity when he straddled her to look at his prize.

Fauna’s delicate bones highlighted yellow-white, her breasts lifted in golden swells with each breath, her tiny nipples brilliant red points at their tips. The delineation of her belly glowed a little less brightly, dipping invitingly to her magma stained pussy. Her inner thighs, her upper shoulders, neck, and cheeks flowered with color the longer he looked at her.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, nervously.

“Just taking a moment to admire you,” he murmured without thinking.

“That line might work if I didn’t already know I was invisible,” she returned.

“I’m imagining. Can’t a guy imagine the spectacular woman he’s about to make love to?”

“Have sex with,” she corrected.

“You may be having sex, kitten, but I’m making love to every inch of you.”

Cooper lowered himself to her, sinking his firmer body against her softer one. Her breasts pillowed his chest, the nipples making teasing points he couldn’t wait to explore. He gently pressed his knee between her thighs, parting them, until his cock nestled sweetly along the slit of her pussy.

Cooper moaned appreciatively. “You’re already wet for me.”

“Glad I could oblige.”

“Listen, boss, if you want this to be sex without strings until we can explore something personal later, you gotta give me some room to appreciate you. Quit turning everything I say into a battle of wits. Let go enough to enjoy this. There’s no rule that says you can’t enjoy no-strings sex.”

Her body relaxed beneath his. She widened her legs, lifting her knees to hug his hips and lock her ankles behind him. “No, there are definitely no rules about that.”

Fauna wrapped her arms around his neck, loosely. “I want this to happen.”

“Me too, sweetheart.”

Her fingers sifted through his hair. “Kiss me?”

He didn’t have to be asked twice. Cooper claimed her lips, devouring them with unrelenting curiosity, until Fauna gasped for breath. He trailed kisses across her cheek to the spot behind her ear that had caused her to moan the last time. She didn’t disappoint him and lifted her hips to grind her open pussy on his shaft.

Her slick need and the tiny erect nub nudging the base of his cockhead made him want to howl his desire for her. Instead, his hands touched her everywhere but there. He stroked her sides, caressing the outer swells of her breasts, the sleek dip in her waist and the subsequent flare where her hips curved outward again. He tucked his hands under her sweetly rounded ass, kneading it as he lifted her hips tighter still on his cock.

They both groaned.

Cooper sank lower, nibbling his way to her breasts, cupping one and rubbing his cheek against the other as his whiskers tormented the berry red heat distending the tight bud. Then taking one between his lips to finally taste her sweet, hot flesh, he couldn’t help but agonize Fauna by rolling his thumb over her right nipple.

He tested their resilience between his teeth and tongue, suckling it and releasing it. Fauna whimpered, clutched his head in her hands and arched her back to him. Her molten pussy trembled on his shaft and moisture slicked them both.

He almost changed his mind about what would happen next. Almost.

Suddenly, Cooper lifted himself up, flexing his hips hard against hers, then swatted her thigh playfully. “It’s two forty-five. Time for bed.”

She stared at him blankly.

He lightly swatted her thigh again. “C’mon, boss, gotta let me go. You said you wanted to go to bed by two forty-five.”

She let him go. Cooper rolled to his back. “Night, boss.”

“You’ve
got
to be kidding me.”

“Just following orders.”

“Cooper,” she snapped.

“Yes, boss?”

“We can go to bed later than two forty-five.”

“Hey, if this is going to be a business sex thing, I don’t want to clock any overtime.”

Fauna sat up. “So you’d rather leave the thing unfinished?” she asked incredulously.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked.

“No. You’re the guy. Don’t you have one?”

“No.”

“I bet you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” she accused.

“No, boss, can’t say I am.”

“Are you teaching me a lesson? Is that what this is?”

“Just waiting for you to say that we’re more than just fuck-buddies, boss.”

Fauna flopped on her back. “This kind of thing never happens to Flora.”

“You’re right, because I’d never fuck Flora. I have a driving desire to make you scream,” he told her.

“Well, you’re succeeding,” she snapped.

Cooper rolled on his side, his hand coasting over her body, touching her, cupping her breast. She turned her head to him, not otherwise moving.

“I want you, Fauna. I even want the strings. If all I get of you is this, I’ll take it too, but you gotta give me a fighting chance.”

“What kind of a chance?” she asked, her voice catching as he tweaked her nipple.

“Don’t put time limits on our moments together, and for the love of God, quit trying to schedule sex. It completely kills the mood.”

Cooper scooted to her side, letting her feel the thick ridge of his erection on her hip. “Open those fantastic legs, sweetheart. I may not have a condom, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make us both very, very happy.”

“Cooper?” Fauna said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Mm?” Cooper leaned in, taking her lobe between his lips, and sliding his hand down to cup her pussy.

“Don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t. I’ll make it all feel good,” he promised.

Chapter Four

Cooper speared his fingers between her pussy lips, parting them even wider. Two fingers sank deep into her channel, then slicked back over her clitoris. Unerringly, he zeroed in on the perfect spot, as though he could feel where her body sang with heat the most. He focused on it, circled it, tapped the swollen flesh, moistened it with trips back to her weeping pussy, then with maddeningly increasing passes, her clit strained and shivered at each contact.

Already her body clasped emptily and her hips lifted of their own accord. He moved to her nipple, taking it hard in his mouth and just as the moment of orgasmic explosion crackled around the edges of her consciousness, Cooper switched tactics, slamming his fingers hard inside her body, knuckling the bundle of nerves with perfect precision.

Wave after wave of climax crashed over her. Just as she thought one would ebb, Cooper pushed into her g-spot, with firm twisting motions that sent her spiraling out of control yet again.

She cried out, riding each of them with bucking hips and gasping breaths.

“Oh, my God,” she exclaimed finally. “I had no idea.”

“About what, honey?”

“That the g-spot actually existed. I’ve never climaxed internally before. I thought I was just one of those women who couldn’t.”

“There’s a lot I want to do with you.”

“I want more of that last one.”

Cooper laughed. “There will definitely be more of that. The look on your face is indescribably sexy.”

Rolling on top of her, Cooper hooked her legs, encouraging her to wrap them around him again. She did it eagerly.

“What happens now?” she asked.

“This,” he told her.

Cooper rocked against her spread pussy, her exposed clitoris. Fauna made a soft sound as hot pleasure streaked through her. She definitely wanted
this
. The direct contact both felt sharply too strong and decidedly not strong enough, but it wasn’t long before his every move was all she could think about.

Cooper kissed her lips as he moved. Fauna looked into his handsome face, half hidden by shadow. His unusual eyes seemed to glow, though she dismissed it as a play of the light. He cupped her face holding it as he showered her face and lips with kisses. He took her mouth, teasing the seam with the tip of his tongue.

Fauna parted them, tasted him. He tasted slightly smoky. It reminded her of campfires in cold air and roasting things over an open flame, of pine, and mint, and things that made her feel safe and protected.

Cooper increased his pace. He rocked especially hard, and Fauna’s clitoris sent every nerve ending into explosive pleasure. Crying out, Cooper captured the sounds in his mouth, speeding to his own release until it jetted hot and wet between them.

She felt the flexing of his cock and the residual thrusts signaling his completion.

The beauty and simplicity in making love to Cooper without the usual penetration, captured her emotions, tore at the wall she’d tried to build up. Moisture seeped from the corners of her eyes as he continued to bless her with tender kisses.

Fauna couldn’t help the snuffle.

Cooper pulled back slightly. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, concern tightening the corners of his eyes.

Fauna shook her head.

“Tell me.”

She shook her head again. How did she begin to explain that by simply being himself, he was threatening every womanly instinct in her that told her he could be the one to hurt her, if she let him? But the trick of it was, she wasn’t even sure she had to
let
him, which made him that much more a threat.

Was there a threat? Looking up into his concerned face, she couldn’t imagine him hurting her. Of course, she’d never imagined her other relationships hurting her either. In the end, the others
had
hurt her though. They’d lied to her, or kept things from her, or freaked out when she disappeared into thin air.

She smiled, finding some relief. “It’s nothing,” she assured him. After all, Cooper already knew she was part faery and he’d never blinked an eye.

Quit borrowing trouble, Fauna
. That’s what her dad would tell her. At some point she had to quit assuming every man she came across would disappoint her. Case in point, there was Cooper, who was pretty damn near perfect.

Fauna lifted her head to kiss him. Cooper rolled to his side, taking her with him and tucking her close to his chest in his arms.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured in her hair.

“Me too.”

* * * *

“How’s that?” Fauna asked, after ceremoniously poking
enter
on her keyboard.

Cooper checked the security cameras. “The angles are good. Try the infrared screening.”

“I didn’t load that software read.”

After three days of hard work and lots of steamy sheet twisting, he still couldn’t believe her stubborn streak. Cooper ran a hand through his hair. His friends would say he’d been pussy-whipped. He’d been trying to talk Fauna into using infrared, and thought he’d succeeded during foreplay last night, clearly he’d been mistaken.