Reckless for Cowboy by Daire St. Denis Page A

only looking.
    All I’ve got left on are my panties. He takes a step closer so the front of his shirt brushes the tips of my nipples. I can hear him breathing. Or maybe it’s me. While staring directly into my eyes, he moves his hands to my hips and pushes my panties down. Once clearing my hip bones, they fall and I step out of them.
    “Get into the tub,” he says. “I’ll wash you.”
    Oh my.
    I step into the wonderfully foamy water. It’s a little too warm but after settling myself in the bottom, I quickly get used to it. Cooper kneels beside the tub and takes his shirt off.
    “Are you coming in?” I ask hopefully.
    “No. But this way my shirt doesn’t get wet.”
    It’s completely unfair that he should be out there—bare chested and delicious—and I should be in here. Despite my best attempts to convince him otherwise, the man seems to be made of steel. I decide to give up trying to coerce him and instead just enjoy the feel of the warm, soapy sponge moving over me. He washes my back and then my front. His touch is sensual as opposed to sexual and my tense muscles begin to relax under his care. It’s only when he starts to wash between my legs that I squirm.
    He hands me the sponge. “Here you do it.”
    I look at him. “It’s okay. You were doing a wonderful job.”
    “No. I want to watch.”
    I take the sponge and squirt more soap on it. Then I shift above the level of the water and start to wash.
    “Brooke?”
    “Mmmhmm?”
    “I want to watch you masturbate.”
    I drop the sponge. “What?”
    “You do masturbate, don’t you?”
    “Um, yeah.”
    “Do you do it in the tub?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Show me.”
    “Coop, I don’t know.”
    “Why not?”
    “It feels weird.”
    “Try anyway.”
    I slide under water and fit my hand between my legs. As expected, his words have aroused me. There’s a slickness between my folds that isn’t because of soap or water.
    “I can’t see. Tell me what you’re doing.”
    I close my eyes, because his gaze is too distracting. “I’m using my index finger to test how aroused I am.”
    “Are you aroused?”
    “Yes.”
    “When you’re alone, what do you do to become aroused?”
    “I use my imagination.”
    “What do you think about?”
    “Guys…mostly.” I smile because his grunt makes it sound like my answer took him a little by surprise.
    “Who are you thinking about now?”
    “This guy I know.”
    “What does he look like?”
    “Dark hair. Dark eyes. Cocky smile.”
    “Sounds like a jerk.”
    “He is.”
    Cooper’s laughs quietly. “What are you doing now?”
    “I’m playing with my clit.”
    “How does it feel?” His voice is huskier than before.
    “Nice. Really nice.”
    “Whose hand is it? Yours or the guy’s?”
    “Neither. It’s his tongue.”
    He makes a lovely little grunting sound and then, “Do you like it when he tongue fucks you?”
    I gasp at his choice of words. “Yes.”
    “What do you like about it?”
    “I like when he sucks on my clit.” I groan because I’m pinching myself down there in simulation of our fantasy. “I like when he flicks his tongue back and forth across it.” I mimic the movement with the tip of my finger.
    “Do you like being penetrated?”
    “Oh yes.”
    “Is he penetrating you now?”
    I slide two fingers inside and lift my hips in answer.
    “How does it feel?”
    “So good.”
    “Does he know where your G-spot is?”
    “I…I don’t know.”
    “Find it. Show him.”
    I press my fingers up against my inner wall and suck in a breath when a jolt of pleasure takes me by surprise.
    “Tell me he found it.”
    “Oh God, he found it.”
    “Tell him to pulse his fingers against it.”
    I do as he says and I can’t believe I’ve never done this to myself before. How is it possible that he knows my body better than I do?
    “Open your eyes, Brooke.”
    I open my eyes and gasp at the vision of Cooper sitting on the edge of the tub, his jeans open, his hand sliding up and down his