are two hundred and fifty feet at the axis. The blades add another hundred feet. When they were constructing them, I got to see the axis, the point where all the blades are connected. You could have stood up inside of it.”
“That’s big.”
“Yep. Pretty damn big.”
“Kind of phallic,” I say.
He laughs.
We lay in silence some more. It’s comfortable. Today I’m the one who reaches for Cooper’s hand, threading my fingers through his and holding on tight. After a while, I start to feel sleepy. It’s just so nice and warm and it’s been a long week and the vibration beneath me lulls me into a lovely drowsy state.
Just as I’m drifting off, something tickles my earlobe and then the inside of my ear. I sit up, slapping at my ear, afraid a bug has crawled inside. Cooper’s sitting beside me, laughing, holding a long blade of prairie grass.
“Jerk,” I say, giving him a good shove before I lay down again.
He rolls onto his elbow and grins. His bangs fall forward into his dark, sparkling eyes. “Close your eyes.”
“Huh?”
“Just close your eyes.”
As I lay there with my eyes closed I am aware of only two sounds, the humming of the turbine and the sound of my own breathing. There’s a warm earthy scent—sun warmed grass and clover. Then I catch a whiff of him again, clean and fresh and I breathe in deep. I feel his breath against my cheek as he leans over me. Close. Then, the tickle of the grass. Not in my ear this time, but on my face. Slow and methodical, he traces my chin and nose, my eyelids and eyebrows. It sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. A familiar tightening stirs in the pit of my belly as I try unsuccessfully to keep my breathing even. When the grass grazes my lips, I open my eyes to find Cooper staring, his expression intent, his pupils dilated.
“Brooke?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to make love to you.”
Oh help.
Is there anything sexier than a direct man? Nope. At least, I can’t think of anything at the moment and there’s no way I can refuse him. His directness not only makes me wet for him, it makes me weak for him.
“Here?” I ask, breathless. “In a field?”
“Yes.”
I laugh. It sounds nervous.
“I could lie and tell you I just want to kiss you. But I don’t like lying.”
Oh dear.
“If you don’t want this, tell me now and we’ll leave. Because if I start kissing you, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be able to stop.”
“Okay.”
He looks down at me and frowns. “I mean it Brooke.”
“I know. You’re at your point of no return.”
“So do you want to leave?”
“No.” I twine my hands around his neck and pull him down on top of me. “I want to stay.”
Chapter Five
C ooper’s lids slide closed and he exhales slowly. Then he whispers my name and starts kissing me. Dear God, I’m in heaven. I’ve never made love outside. The closest I’ve come is the back seat of a car. Not the same. That was cramped, uncomfortable and unsatisfying. Lying on a blanket in the middle of a meadow on a warm summer day with the thrum of the turbine—that matches the thrum of my pulse—with Cooper kissing me the way he does, is so much more than satisfying. So, so much more satisfying!
The danger of someone catching us, however remote, is an added thrill and, even though I’m no exhibitionist, I gladly help Cooper remove my clothes. I’m just as eager for my turn. I want to see him in the light of day. I want to touch that glorious chest and to follow that lovely line of hair from his navel down to the end point.
But as I reach for him, he catches my hands and pulls them up and over my head. “Not yet,” he whispers.
Not fair. All I’m wearing is panties and when he rolls on top of me, he’s still wearing his unbuttoned jeans. I don’t complain, though. I love the feel of the denim against my bare legs, the bite of his button against my thigh.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asks. He’s got both my
“That’s big.”
“Yep. Pretty damn big.”
“Kind of phallic,” I say.
He laughs.
We lay in silence some more. It’s comfortable. Today I’m the one who reaches for Cooper’s hand, threading my fingers through his and holding on tight. After a while, I start to feel sleepy. It’s just so nice and warm and it’s been a long week and the vibration beneath me lulls me into a lovely drowsy state.
Just as I’m drifting off, something tickles my earlobe and then the inside of my ear. I sit up, slapping at my ear, afraid a bug has crawled inside. Cooper’s sitting beside me, laughing, holding a long blade of prairie grass.
“Jerk,” I say, giving him a good shove before I lay down again.
He rolls onto his elbow and grins. His bangs fall forward into his dark, sparkling eyes. “Close your eyes.”
“Huh?”
“Just close your eyes.”
As I lay there with my eyes closed I am aware of only two sounds, the humming of the turbine and the sound of my own breathing. There’s a warm earthy scent—sun warmed grass and clover. Then I catch a whiff of him again, clean and fresh and I breathe in deep. I feel his breath against my cheek as he leans over me. Close. Then, the tickle of the grass. Not in my ear this time, but on my face. Slow and methodical, he traces my chin and nose, my eyelids and eyebrows. It sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. A familiar tightening stirs in the pit of my belly as I try unsuccessfully to keep my breathing even. When the grass grazes my lips, I open my eyes to find Cooper staring, his expression intent, his pupils dilated.
“Brooke?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to make love to you.”
Oh help.
Is there anything sexier than a direct man? Nope. At least, I can’t think of anything at the moment and there’s no way I can refuse him. His directness not only makes me wet for him, it makes me weak for him.
“Here?” I ask, breathless. “In a field?”
“Yes.”
I laugh. It sounds nervous.
“I could lie and tell you I just want to kiss you. But I don’t like lying.”
Oh dear.
“If you don’t want this, tell me now and we’ll leave. Because if I start kissing you, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be able to stop.”
“Okay.”
He looks down at me and frowns. “I mean it Brooke.”
“I know. You’re at your point of no return.”
“So do you want to leave?”
“No.” I twine my hands around his neck and pull him down on top of me. “I want to stay.”
Chapter Five
C ooper’s lids slide closed and he exhales slowly. Then he whispers my name and starts kissing me. Dear God, I’m in heaven. I’ve never made love outside. The closest I’ve come is the back seat of a car. Not the same. That was cramped, uncomfortable and unsatisfying. Lying on a blanket in the middle of a meadow on a warm summer day with the thrum of the turbine—that matches the thrum of my pulse—with Cooper kissing me the way he does, is so much more than satisfying. So, so much more satisfying!
The danger of someone catching us, however remote, is an added thrill and, even though I’m no exhibitionist, I gladly help Cooper remove my clothes. I’m just as eager for my turn. I want to see him in the light of day. I want to touch that glorious chest and to follow that lovely line of hair from his navel down to the end point.
But as I reach for him, he catches my hands and pulls them up and over my head. “Not yet,” he whispers.
Not fair. All I’m wearing is panties and when he rolls on top of me, he’s still wearing his unbuttoned jeans. I don’t complain, though. I love the feel of the denim against my bare legs, the bite of his button against my thigh.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asks. He’s got both my
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