Bittersweet Symphony (The Damaged Souls series Book 2) by Belinda Boring Page B

rocky shoreline where they met their doom and destruction.
    I’d burn and crash for this woman.
    I would throw myself in front of her, time and time again, if it meant I died in her arms. She was my version of heaven. She was the light that kept my darkness at bay.
    Once again, I was reduced to the lovesick fool I knew I was.
    “Almost finished,” she murmured, peering over the top of her screen. I could see it in her eyes—desire and distraction. There was only one way to respond as I slipped my fingers up past her knee to her thigh, stopping just before the bottom of my shirt.
    Fuck if she didn’t look hot as hell in it.
    There was only one way I loved Caylee more, other than naked, and that was in my clothes. If that made me some kind of Neanderthal cave man, then so be it. It made me hard just thinking about how she smelled like me, my scent branding her.
    Her slight cough caught my attention. Seemed like my state of undress was threatening her concentration . . . or should I say, my state of arousal. While she’d quickly covered up after we’d finished, apologizing for having to respond to an urgent email that she’d received a notification for, I hadn’t.
    I wasn’t done with her for the night. Once she’d sent off her response, I had every intention of devouring her again. She made me ravenous—a slave to the chemistry between us.
    “Good, because I just had a thought.” Each word was punctuated with another kiss. At this rate, there wouldn’t be a spot on her body that I hadn’t worshipped . . . revered.
    “You did?” Her eyes widened as she reacted to my finger teasing the skin just under the shirt—so close to the place where I planned on burying myself for the rest of the evening.
    “Yep,” I answered, keeping my reply short. My hand moved a fraction higher. Caylee’s breath hitched, her leg now trembling as she stopped typing momentarily.
    I know I should’ve felt guilty for playing dirty—keeping my hands and mouth to myself so she could focus—but I was no saint. With her spread out over my bed, she was lucky I hadn’t shoved her computer away, forcing her to give me her undivided attention.
    Because I was a demanding fucker—unable to entertain myself while she took care of schoolwork.
    “Cooper,” she exhaled quickly, her breath a little more ragged than before. I couldn’t help but smile. “Just a few more minutes.”
    “Okay,” I whispered, my tongue darting out to taste the spot just above her knee. Then because I could, I nipped at the soft skin gently, all while moving my fingers ever so slightly, in a circular motion. When her legs parted a fraction in response, I chuckled out loud.
    Cooper – 1
    Email – 0
    Again, I felt no guilt. In fact, I deserved a medal for the restraint I was showing.
    “You’re not helping.” Caylee’s voice cracked with need. Stilling my hand, I glanced up at her, and sure enough, she was no longer looking at her screen. No, she was staring back at me—her gaze darting between my face and where my hand was. For a moment, whether imagined or not, I swore I could hear her thoughts . . . her desperate plea for me to stop with the teasing and take what we both wanted. My own fingers shook, not from nerves, but from impatience.
    I wanted what lay at the apex her thighs, that sweet spot that dominated every thought, every breath I took. As if in agreement, my cock twitched and my hand moved higher yet again.
    So close.
    And like a fragile thread stretched beyond its ability to withstand, my own patience snapped. I’d tried being the supportive boyfriend, willing to watch her quietly while she responded to whoever sent her the message. I tried to show I didn’t just think with my dick and could keep myself in check—able to control my libido for the brief amount of time she’d asked for.
    But I wasn’t a miracle worker.
    “You’ve got three seconds to hit send, sweetheart,” I warned, my command husky. “One.”
    “Just a few more . .