him. With a man who continued to hold on to the past.
Initially, he had been very closed off and it had taken her quite a bit of effort to get him to open up to her. It wasn’t as if he really had a choice. After seeing the two of them move in, it quickly became clear that it was only the two of them and she had appointed herself as their welcoming committee. Her mind had jumped to the idea that a divorce had been involved until after that first meeting when the true reason there was no wife or mother included in their little family was shared with her. The full story as to what happened to Heather had taken quite a while to get out of Cooper.
Looking back, she smiled at the memory of their first meeting. She had been a goner from the beginning and there had been no stopping that train from leaving the station. Her world had shifted and her brain and heart had finally come into alignment. Before him, there had been other opportunities, other men who were either attractive or stimulating, but never both. Had she been tempted to throw caution to the wind? Of course. She had been tempted many, many times.
But with this man, in this moment, she could admit that no one had ever made her feel this way. Every moment she spent with him was better than the last. Never in her adult life had she craved a man as much as she craved Cooper. It felt as if she needed him in her life. She breathed easier when she was near him.
Hearing him come back from the kitchen, she held out her hand for her drink. With his own cold drink in hand, Cooper sat back down next to her on the couch. Giving her a side glance, he closed one eye, giving her a wink as he took a long swallow.
“So, how’s work? Everything going okay? You mentioned some new work coming in that might have you traveling to Denver,” he asked.
He remembered her talking about that from weeks ago? Setting her own glass on the side table, she crossed one leg over the other, “Yes, I think I’ll have to go there in the next few weeks.”
Motioning to her to give him one of her feet, “Rest your feet on me. You did as much walking as I did today.”
“No, Cooper, you don’t have to do that,” she demurred. Although, a foot massage would feel really good right now.
“Come on, lift them up. I want to.” Grabbing one leg, which set her body tingling at the first touch, he lifted one leg, then the other, over his lap.
“Okay, if you insist.” One denial was enough. If he wanted to give her a foot massage, then who was she to deny him the pleasure. And herself. “Thanks, Cooper.”
His hands began kneading the arch of her left foot and she almost had an orgasm. Oh, fuck! That feels so good. The man had very strong hands, which she knew, but she had never felt a massage like this. She was religious about getting a pedicure every other week and a foot massage came with the service. But never in her life had she felt something this good. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply and when to release. Thumbs and fingers worked in tandem, loosening the tendons in her foot. “Mmmmm, that feels so damn good.”
Was that her voice? It sounded like she was in the middle of some good loving. Hell, she felt as if she were being made love to. Eyes closed in bliss, she wasn’t aware that she had continued to moan out her pleasure at the sensation until Cooper called her name.
“Faith.”
Another moan.
“Faith! Sweetheart, are you even listening to me?” He laughed and that got her attention, “Fuck, woman, if this is what you sound like when getting a foot massage, I wonder how you sound in bed.”
Faith’s eyes shot open and her head popped up in alarm. Oh, shit!
His ears heard the sounds coming from Faith’s mouth, but he didn’t think she realized what she was doing. Peeking up from under his lashes at the woman sitting on his couch in a trance-like state, he almost lost it. Her head was tilted
Initially, he had been very closed off and it had taken her quite a bit of effort to get him to open up to her. It wasn’t as if he really had a choice. After seeing the two of them move in, it quickly became clear that it was only the two of them and she had appointed herself as their welcoming committee. Her mind had jumped to the idea that a divorce had been involved until after that first meeting when the true reason there was no wife or mother included in their little family was shared with her. The full story as to what happened to Heather had taken quite a while to get out of Cooper.
Looking back, she smiled at the memory of their first meeting. She had been a goner from the beginning and there had been no stopping that train from leaving the station. Her world had shifted and her brain and heart had finally come into alignment. Before him, there had been other opportunities, other men who were either attractive or stimulating, but never both. Had she been tempted to throw caution to the wind? Of course. She had been tempted many, many times.
But with this man, in this moment, she could admit that no one had ever made her feel this way. Every moment she spent with him was better than the last. Never in her adult life had she craved a man as much as she craved Cooper. It felt as if she needed him in her life. She breathed easier when she was near him.
Hearing him come back from the kitchen, she held out her hand for her drink. With his own cold drink in hand, Cooper sat back down next to her on the couch. Giving her a side glance, he closed one eye, giving her a wink as he took a long swallow.
“So, how’s work? Everything going okay? You mentioned some new work coming in that might have you traveling to Denver,” he asked.
He remembered her talking about that from weeks ago? Setting her own glass on the side table, she crossed one leg over the other, “Yes, I think I’ll have to go there in the next few weeks.”
Motioning to her to give him one of her feet, “Rest your feet on me. You did as much walking as I did today.”
“No, Cooper, you don’t have to do that,” she demurred. Although, a foot massage would feel really good right now.
“Come on, lift them up. I want to.” Grabbing one leg, which set her body tingling at the first touch, he lifted one leg, then the other, over his lap.
“Okay, if you insist.” One denial was enough. If he wanted to give her a foot massage, then who was she to deny him the pleasure. And herself. “Thanks, Cooper.”
His hands began kneading the arch of her left foot and she almost had an orgasm. Oh, fuck! That feels so good. The man had very strong hands, which she knew, but she had never felt a massage like this. She was religious about getting a pedicure every other week and a foot massage came with the service. But never in her life had she felt something this good. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply and when to release. Thumbs and fingers worked in tandem, loosening the tendons in her foot. “Mmmmm, that feels so damn good.”
Was that her voice? It sounded like she was in the middle of some good loving. Hell, she felt as if she were being made love to. Eyes closed in bliss, she wasn’t aware that she had continued to moan out her pleasure at the sensation until Cooper called her name.
“Faith.”
Another moan.
“Faith! Sweetheart, are you even listening to me?” He laughed and that got her attention, “Fuck, woman, if this is what you sound like when getting a foot massage, I wonder how you sound in bed.”
Faith’s eyes shot open and her head popped up in alarm. Oh, shit!
His ears heard the sounds coming from Faith’s mouth, but he didn’t think she realized what she was doing. Peeking up from under his lashes at the woman sitting on his couch in a trance-like state, he almost lost it. Her head was tilted
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