““He’d slide his hands around her waist, cup that beautiful backside of hers, and pull her in close so he could lean down and taste each perfectly tight, plump nipple, taking his time to savor them, until her head tipped back and she offered herself up to him, pressing her hips into his, and-- “Cooper? You feeling okay?” At Kerry’s shouted query, he blinked his eyes open and found himself staring straight up at the sky, his hands gripping the rail so tight his knuckles were likely white. “If you’re feeling queasy--” “No,” he said, choking back a bark of a laugh. About ready to climb out of my skin and on top of yours, maybe. “Just enjoying the moment,” he called back over the rumbling engine, speaking truthfully enough. He subtly tried to clear the gravel from his throat, looking anywhere but directly at her, and added, “I can see why you love it out here.””
