The reason," he whispered, caressing my cheek and neck with his lips, "guys obsess over these lips is because they're so fucking sexy. Soft too. Little pink pillows that taste sweeter than candy." When he lifted his gaze and stared down at me, Cooper laughed. "You're pouting again." Unsure what would happen next, I said nothing. Cooper spent another minute kissing my neck then he climbed off of me and fell back into the corner groove of the couch. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed. "You're still pouting." "It's my lips. They always look like that." "No, they don't," he said, grinning. "I want to see you this weekend." "I told you I'm getting settled in and need to study." "A quick lunch." "You want more than lunch." "Yeah, but you won't give me what I want so I'll settle for lunch. Think about it as a free meal, plus my wonderful company. We can take a drive and I'll show you fun places. Then, when you're settled in, we'll visit those places and I'll get what I want.
( Bijou Hunter )
[ Damaged and the Beast ]
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