Psychic Link (Linked Inc. Book 2) by Kate Allenton Page A

you know the rules. The only way to get me to stop is a veggie.”
    Hesitation drifted over her body until she moved as he’d instructed.
    He slid her dress up her thighs. “Lift your bottom. I don’t want to ruin your pretty dress.”
    She did as he instructed and felt the fabric of the seat beneath her ass.
    His hands never left her body. He placed a tender kiss on her knee and slowly trailed a path closer to her core. “Coop. We shouldn’t do this here.”
    “Yes, we should.” He blew a hot breath against her skin without touching her where she wanted him most. “You know what will happen if you scream?”
    His finger slid into her folds. “Are you going to scream?”
    “I can’t make any promises,” she said, and his finger stilled inside of her.
    “If we had a bed, I’d stuff your mouth so full of my cock that you wouldn’t be able to scream.”
    Her channel spasmed and gushed with desire.
    “Don’t worry, Cara, we’ll do that too.”
    He pulled the finger from inside her, and she was rewarded with what felt like his tongue. His hot breath against her skin made her moan as he devoured her. Colors of lights burst behind her closed eyes as she held him in place while trying to lift her hips to meet his mouth. Her head rested back on her shoulders as she bit her lip. She was so close to an orgasm that her thighs tightened against him. His tongue was replaced with his fingers, sliding in and out of her channel.
    “I can’t trust you to be quiet.” His words were whispered against her lips before he claimed them. She tasted herself on his lips as he pressed on her bud. Her entire body was tight as the orgasm hit. He’d swallowed her scream as she went over the edge, only slowing when she sagged bonelessly in the chair. “Stay put.”
    His other hand trailed a path down her body and over her breast as she felt him again between her thighs. The soft slide of his tongue slid over her wet folds.
    “Turnabout is fair play, Cooper.”
    “I’m counting on it,” he said as something smooth swiped across her sensitive folds. “Stand up, Cara.”
    He helped her stand before removing the blindfold, giving her a first look around the secluded dining room. A table sat to the side of them filled with half-eaten food and the champagne she’d drunk. Her breathing slowed as he inched the hem of her dress back in place.
    “Did you enjoy dinner?” he asked while cupping her cheek. “I did.”
    He kissed her again, giving her a taste of her juices. She reached between them, cupped his erection and rubbed it with her palm. “You surprised me, Coop. That’s hard to do.”
    “The night’s young, Cara. If you were surprised with this, I’ve got another one that will knock your socks off.”
    “You aren’t going to take me to the swingers, are you? Because I have to draw the line somewhere.”
    “Nope. No swingers, just us. I promise.”
    She nodded as he led her to the door. She stopped him before opening it. “Do I look okay?”
    “You look flushed.” He winked.
    She let out a relieved breath as he opened the door. Cooper held her hand as he led her through the restaurant. Her cheeks heated as she caught Phillip’s gaze. His gaze followed them as they made their way along the restaurant wall toward the exit.
    Cooper led her for a walk in the moonlight down the beach. They’d shared easy banter without the worries of their sisters. He’d told her about his work, and she’d talked about the work she did with her sisters. The energy in the air was charged, every fiber of her being keenly aware of how he touched her and every time he kissed her lips. His foreplay was killing her, and she’d found her release not once but twice. She could only imagine what it was doing to him.
    Coop finally led her back toward the hotel, only stopping once more to kiss her beneath the canopy of trees. “I would insist on skinny-dipping, but I promised to wear condoms.” He glanced at her. “I’m clean, though. You know,