Dead center of his bed. Spread out and shaking like a virgin.
He didn’t say a word as he went to his nightstand. But I did.
“I’m on the pill. You don’t need that.”
Not that I believed in going without a condom normally, especially with a new lover. But this was Cooper, and after what we’d shared, it felt vital to finish this in the most elemental way possible. Messy and dirty and raw, no holds barred.
His hopeful expression would have been comical if my thighs hadn’t been clenched with anticipation. “You trust me?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. Do you?”
He put his knee on the bed and crawled over me, a long, lean jungle cat about to pounce. “With my life.”
I twisted my arms together above my head on the bed. I needed him to know that I was placing myself in his care, body and soul.
The emotion in his gaze rocked me. Enough that I almost didn’t feel his length grazing my pussy before he grasped his shaft and circled the head of it over my clit, again and again.
Then I could feel nothing else.
I arched into his strokes, wordlessly begging him for more. And soon realized dizzily that the bastard wasn’t going to do what I wanted until I came again.
Even if he had to play dirty.
When the head of him moved just a fraction lower than I anticipated, my eyes flashed open and locked on his. “I might not live through it, but you’re welcome to try.”
“Fuck, Teagan. I’m the one who might not live through it. Or this.” He slid all the way inside me with a silky thrust, so smoothly that the momentary pain that followed didn’t slow down my already rising and falling hips.
I wanted this—him—with everything I was. If I was going to not be able to walk tomorrow, then I was damn sure going on the ride of my life tonight.
He pinched my nipples, and the pleasure jolted right to my clit. Degree by degree, he lowered down on top of me, bracing most of his weight on the forearm he laid on the bed near my head. Then he started to fuck me in deep, slow thrusts that made my eyes cross. No tricks. No fancy leg lifted to the ceiling business. He just made room for himself inside me as if my pussy had been made solely for him and killed me softly with the relentless hammering of his hips into mine.
“I’m not going to last.”
I barely heard him through the sound of my own moans. And then, the half scream that ripped from my chest as he bore down just right, and my need reached its peak. Spasms wracked me, endless and overwhelming.
I clamped down hard around his rigid dick while my orgasm went on and on and dragged my nails down his lower back to make sure he stayed right where he was.
Possibly for the rest of my life.
“Fuck, I love to feel you coming around me. Jesus, I can’t hold on.” He fumbled to find my lips in the darkness. And drove into me one last time as he came, panting my name against my mouth.
In the aftermath, I rubbed his back. I was trying to soothe him after coming hard enough to snap his spine—or mine—and not rile him up again, but clearly, twenty-eight-year-old cocks had more stamina than I gave them credit for. At least this one did.
“I should move,” he mumbled into my hair.
“You’re not that heavy.” It was a good thing I had two legs, because I was pretty sure one of them was already functionally useless from his big thigh draped across it.
“Yes, I am.”
“Well…if you moved, we could spoon.”
I actually heard the smile he turned against my hair. “Yeah.”
Just like I heard the telltale soft snoring a minute later.
But I grinned just the same. I’d had a couple of glorious orgasms. He’d had an incredible one himself. This just proved he wasn’t completely, annoyingly perfect.
Thank God. I could work with not perfect.
I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Once the feeling came back to my extremities, anyway.
Ten
Waking up with a mouthful of peachy-pine scented hair was a new experience. We were twisted around one another all the way down to the scent.
I slipped my hand down her satiny smooth belly as I tucked her ass into the curve of my body.
Warm.
Perfect.
Mine.
I pushed her hair over her shoulder to taste the little spot I’d found last night during round three or four. Two vertebrae down from the nape of her neck.
There.
She moaned a little in her sleep, and I smiled against her skin. The freckles I’d dreamed about, the skin I’d obsessed over, the woman who’d tangled up every emotion I had—she was here. In my bed.
Still.
Not a dream.
Shards of sunlight slashed across our bodies. Her pale skin glowed off my dark sheets. I wasn’t sure my life would ever be the same now that I knew what we were like together. For me, there was no going back.
I dragged the tip of my tongue up to the fine chain she wore. The costume jewelry from the night before was in little pieces on my floor. But this? The lightweight chain held a tiny gold cross that hung at that little dip in her clavicle and had distracted me since the first day I’d seen her. No destroying that. It was as sacred as her skin. A talisman of the good girl I knew was her very foundation. The woman who had kept this little piece of her childhood close. It reminded me to cherish her even when she drove me insane.
I skipped across her slim shoulders and found a few scrapes from my teeth and beard. Marks she wore because I couldn’t stop tasting her even when they ended in brands.
Maybe a normal man would be horrified, but I wasn’t. I wanted her striped with my love bruises.
I slid my hand
