Marie’s POV
“We shouldn’t have stopped,” I grumble to Cooper as I take the exit for Nolan’s farm. That’s where Finn’s sending us to, by the way—a farm. Kind of weird, but whatever.
“Probably not,” he agrees cheerfully, squeezing my hand. He hasn’t released my hand once since our little pit stop in the woods in which we repeated the events of last night—and, okay, of this morning, too. “But I’m pretty sure you enjoyed yourself.”
Of course, I enjoyed myself. No one has ever made me come like Cooper—not even close. And he hasn’t even used his mouth yet.
I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to cope with this hands-only rule he seems to have established for us. Granted, it’s hot as hell, but it only makes me crave the rest so much more.
Which is probably his strategy.
“I certainly en
