Deliciously Damaged (Reckless Bastards MC 3)

Cooper shook his head. “Not true. I’ve seen you first thing in the morning with very little sleep and you looked gorgeous. Just like you do right now.”

I dropped my gaze, flattered but slightly embarrassed by his bold compliment. There were features about myself that I liked, but it was hard to think of myself as gorgeous. Cooper tilted my face back up with a gentle push of his thumb, forcing me to look back into his eyes.

“You’re gorgeous, Allie. Never question that.”

I nodded slowly, my eyes not daring to look away this time.

Another noise outside the office interrupted the intimate silence.

“Shit,” I said.

Cooper stood and shut the wooden blinds on the windows and door of my office. I knew that no one would be able to see in with them shut, but he couldn’t seriously be considering having sex in my office, with an entire department of people waiting outside. Could he?

He came back to me and pushed me back so that I was lying on the couch. Before I could interrupt, he was on top of me, his lips back against mine with a new edge of heat.

“Cooper,” I protested as soon as I could break away. “Isn’t this…”

He interrupted me with another kiss, so deep and fierce that I was momentarily lost and forgot all about the fact that I was lying on a couch in my office.

“Can’t we,” I panted, my eyes searching his as he hovered above me. “At least get a room?”

“I can’t wait that long. I have to have you. Right here.” He paused, drawing my lips onto his. “Right now.”

“But…”

Cooper laughed softly and placed a finger against my lips, silencing me. “You talk too much. Have I ever told you that?”

I rolled my eyes. “I just don’t know how… appropriate… this is.”

“You worry too much,” he said, before dropping his lips down to my collarbone.

I couldn’t help a small gasp as his lips seemed to sear against my skin. He moved to the place where my shirt came together, my breasts barely contained by the cotton fabric that buttoned over my chest.

He popped the first button with his teeth and I laughed out loud. It was sexy as hell, but I couldn’t stop giggling at his trick.

“Allison,” he said, his voice firm, as if he was about to scold me. “You have to be quiet now.”

I bit my lip and nodded.

He proceeded to unbutton the rest of my shirt, and there was nothing funny when he spread the fabric apart. I could barely catch my breath as he stared down at me. My breasts were pushed up and spilling over the lacey cups of my bra. It was a new one that I’d bought on my shopping trip with Hannah. And I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking of Cooper when I’d tried it on. The fabric was nude-colored with a black lace overlay, giving a nearly naked effect.

An effect that Cooper was very clearly enjoying.

He ran his fingertips over the top of each breast before lowering his head and using his tongue to follow the same path. I shuddered underneath him and my hands went back to his shoulders. He lifted me up, slipped the rest of my shirt off and tossed it aside. I lay back against the leather and wiggled as he continued to stare at me and trace lines down my body.

Damn it, he was going to make me wait.

I both hated, and secretly loved, this game he liked to play.

He unbuttoned his own shirt and slowly removed it. I watched him strip like I was in a trance. The way the fabric slid down his sleek, toned muscles was more than I could stand. He was so fucking perfect, like he’d been carved from stone or modeled from clay, each line clearly defined.

I bit my lip and shimmied, trying to entice him to go further, but it didn’t make a difference. He continued drinking me in with his eyes and the tips of his fingers. Each delicate graze was driving me more and more insane and it was all I could do to keep from begging for more. He studied the tattoos on my arm and then went to tracing the one that started along my side and spread over my hip. The majority of it was still covered by my skirt, and as he moved lower, his other hand started working at the zipper on the side of the garment. The faint buzz of the zipper being released was the only sound in the room as we stared at each other. Our eyes were locked together and everything was moving in slow motion. I couldn’t tell if it was just an effect of being so lost in Cooper, or if he was purposely moving slowly to completely unravel my patience.

As soon as the zipper was undone, he picked up his pace as he whisked the skirt off my hips, down my legs and threw it to the ground. My now soaking wet, panties matched the bra and I’d never felt sexier than I did in that very moment. My back arched against the couch, legs spread slightly, watching Cooper as his eyes raked over every inch. It was almost more seductive than his actual touch. As I watched his eyes, I imagined his touch and the anticipation of what he was planning to do to me only made me more desperate.

“Cooper,” I whimpered, arching more.

His eyes darted to mine and he placed a finger against my lips to silence me.