Cooper’s fingers plucked at the remaining unfastened buttons of her shirt, eyes fixed on Felicity. One button, then two. More skin. She paused, making sure she had Felicity’s eye, then continued. Three. Now four.
Cooper drew her shirt off, smirking as she reached for her bra and unhooked it from behind.
Felicity’s lower stomach clenched in delight as Cooper drew the soft white material slowly away from her skin.
Fuck. Cooper’s breasts were magnificent. Pendulous, full, glorious. Felicity’s mouth went dry.
“Like what you see?” Cooper teased.
Was the sky blue? Loki chaotic evil? Elena a legend?
At the reminder of her boss, Felicity forced her brain to focus. Elena had sent her in to investigate a charity, not leap the bones of its head vet. Was this a terrible mistake?
Was it?
Except Cooper wasn’t in charge at Living Ruff. She was sufficiently low enough down the pecking order to have nothing to do with whatever had happened to Elena’s money. And it wasn’t as if Felicity was about to bounce on the sheets with Rosalind or…Harvey. She shuddered at the last thought.
Cooper drew her pants down those long, long legs. When she straightened, kicking her pants and panties away after toeing off socks and shoes, she was entirely nude.
Felicity’s brain whimpered. All those muscles and undulations, curves and flesh she’d been dreaming about for days were now in front of her. Within touching distance. She’d just have to lift her hand and—
“Was this what you wanted?” Cooper’s voice was low and rough.
“No.” Felicity stretched up on tiptoes, grabbed Cooper’s beautiful face, and pulled her in for a kiss. “God, no. But here we are anyway. Distract me.”
“With pleasure.” Cooper smiled. “Very definitely yes.”
* * *
Felicity didn’t have much memory of how she came to be naked and standing in Cooper’s bedroom being kissed with such care, as though she were someone special. All she knew was that her knees were getting weaker by the second and she finally had her trembling hands on the legs and ass of her dreams.
“Christ, I love your thighs,” Felicity whispered reverently, mapping them. “They’re huge. And I mean that in the most sincere, best sense.”
Cooper grinned. “I come by them honestly. Lots of hard work and cycling. Now, I believe you asked to be distracted.” Without warning, she scooped Felicity up into her arms, walked her to the queen-sized bed, and deposited her.
Even though Cooper placed her carefully, Felicity still bounced into a tangle of splayed limbs that couldn’t possibly be dignified. Her cheeks heated. She contemplated diving under the sheets, but Cooper’s words stopped her.
“You are ridiculously beautiful, Felicity. Your flawless skin reminds me of a porcelain doll. Except”—she gave her a small curling smirk—“I happen to know you’re not fragile. You’re fierce and fucking legendary. And I can’t wait to lick every inch of you.”
The blush migrated to Felicity’s chest and neck. It was an unusual experience being both worshipped for how she looked and the woman beneath that. The people she slept with usually admired only her surface, and Felicity went to a great deal of effort to ensure that was so. She didn’t want anyone accidentally noticing who she really was. That was none of their damned business.
The way Cooper looked at her, though—it was as if she could see every part of her and wanted it all. Felicity drew up her knees and folded her arms around them, covering her small breasts, feeling suddenly more exposed than she ever had.
Worry filled Cooper’s eyes. “I’m sorry if I made you self-conscious.”
“I’ve always found it hard being…looked at.” Looked into, she meant. She hated being too seen. It was so much less stressful when her lovers bedded the confident Bartell Corp executive rather than a woman with personality defects who was riddled with doubts, insecurities, and daddy issues.
It was particularly unsettling that Cooper seemed to know all that about her already. Hadn’t she worked it out tonight—much to Felicity’s anger and chagrin? For some mystifying reason, she wanted Felicity anyway.
“You don’t like being looked at?” Cooper repeated slowly.
“Well, we’re not all breathtaking like Wonder Woman.” Felicity waved at her. Misdirection usually worked. Better than saying, I can’t believe you know who I am and find that remotely attractive. I sure as hell don’t.
Actually, a hero was exactly how Cooper looked right now with those supremely powerful legs, broad shoulders, and impressive breasts. She even had her hands on her hips.
“I’m not complaining that you look like some gorgeous superhero, just to be clear,” Felicity added. She drew in a steadying breath and then unfurled herself from the physical knot she’d tied herself into, spreading her legs and lying back on her forearms. “I mean, I’d love you to touch me.”
Cooper’s eyes darkened. Her sharp gaze drifted to the small, barely-there strip of blonde between Felicity’s legs, now soaked by desire.
With cheeks flaming at her own neediness, Felicity added, voice demanding, “Well, hurry up. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
That seemed to break the tension. Cooper laughed and pounced playfully. She covered Felicity’s body with her own, supporting her weight on her arms. “Well, I do love me a bossy woman.”
Cooper kissed her thoroughly and slowly, her tongue dancing with Felicity’s as she rocked against her. The sensation of their breasts, hips, and thighs rubbing was thrilling.
Cooper kissed her way down Felicity’s body, flicking her tongue over her small pale nipples, teasing all around Felicity’s belly button, and then… Then her mouth was on Felicity’s clit, tongue sliding all over her most sensitive flesh, the slippery sensation sublime.
Felicity cried out and reached down, pushing her fingers through Cooper’s blonde hair, scraping it back up over her scalp, pulsating her hand in time with Cooper’s tongue.
“Would you like me inside?” Cooper asked, her expression pure desire.
“Yes,” Felicity ground out. “Hurry.”
Cooper bent down, sliding a finger inside her with ridiculous ease as her mouth went back to work.
Rough against delicate. Heat and wetness. It was hard to concentrate.
“Jesus,” Felicity growled, “stop holding back. Fuck me like you mean it.”