Chapter 24
“I thought we’d never get out of there,” she whispered as she buckled up her seat belt then waved good-bye to her mother.
“Do you think she believed us?”
“I’m sure she did. We were giggling like two-year-olds.”
“With good reason.” He pulled the Jeep into traffic. “So a quick stop at your place then mine?”
“Hell no.”
He glanced over at her in surprise. “Sorry.”
She leaned closer and ran a silky hand down his thigh. “Your place then mine.”
“Shit,” he whispered in a strangled voice. “You do pick your times, don’t you?”
“Not intentionally, but right now, I do wish we were at your house and tucked up in your bed.” And she let her fingers slide down the inside of his thigh.
He made a strangled sound and switched lanes. “Your empty house is closer.”
“No, never there,” she said. “I want to be in your bed.”
“And that’s where I want you,” he said when he could, his voice a hoarse whisper. “You’re a hell of a tease.”
“No way,” she said. “I’m making promises.”
When he groaned, she laughed. When he wove in and out of traffic and managed to get them back to his house in record time, she knew he was as anxious as she was. She tumbled out of the passenger side and ran around to his side where she threw herself into his arms.
He picked her up and pinned her against the hood of the Jeep, her legs wrapped around him and his erection exactly where she wanted it. Minus the clothing.
She wanted this man with an overwhelming passion. She couldn’t imagine that ever changing. With tears in her eyes, she kissed him. She poured her feelings into that kiss. Emotions she’d worked hard to heal over the last year. He was so damn honorable. And that mattered.
Hell yeah it mattered.
He’d never cheat on her. He’d never hurt her deliberately and he’d never act like a kid with his hand stuck in the candy jar when he got caught. If he did wrong he’d stand up and take the punishment like a man.
A man. Jesus. A fucking big man. She rocked against him, her thighs tightening around his.
He flung his head back and thrust against her.
“Jesus,” he cried as if seeing where they were standing. “What is it about you that I lose all sense of awareness?” He hitched an arm under her hips and walked into the house, the door slamming behind them.
She pressed frantic kisses on his cheek and jaw and neck, her hands running under his shirt while he growled. And then he ran up the stairs to his bedroom. She giggled.
He flung the two of them on the bed but twisted so he landed on his back – even now looking out for her.
She sat up and rode him through his jeans.
“Fuck,” he roared, his hands going for the snap closure. She immediately shifted so he could open his pants and helped him drag them off. His boxers went with them. She pounced. But he wasn’t having any of it.
“Hell no, fair play.”
She shot him a frustrated look and stood up then whipped her shirt over her head and stepped out of her Capri length pants. She stood in her thong and bra and stepped up on the bed. He immediately stood up and placed tiny kisses over the lacy triangle. His fingers slid underneath the elastic edge to find the dampness inside. She cried out, her knees buckling. He flipped her to the side and quickly reversed their positions. Now it was his turn. His tongue tasted and stroked and sucked then delved until she was a writhing mass of nerves on the bed.
“Cooper, now,” she cried out. “I want you inside of me.”
He slid one finger down through her damp curls. She opened her legs wide. “Yes,” she hissed. “More. More.”
Carefully he worked one finger inside, and she realized he figured she might struggle with his size. And she might, but it was a challenge she was more than up to.
She pushed up on his shoulders and he willingly rolled over. She grinned. “You’ll fit, no worries there.”
He shouted with laughter. “You are awful tiny…”
“I am, and you’re awfully big,” she whispered, stroking the full length of him. “But we’re made for this.”
She threw one leg across and straddled him, her hips almost shaking with need. She gave him a salty smile as she placed him at her entrance and slowly sank down – but not all the way.
His breath caught in the back of his throat as he tried to lift his hips up, his back aching as she rose slightly above him to keep him where she wanted him.
“Witch,” he said in a thick voice.
“Never,” she whispered and relaxed, feeling the stretching as he filled her completely and still there was more of him. She let herself sink lower.
He groaned.
She moaned. And shuddered when she took all of him.
She sat in place for a long moment as she reveled in the sensation. It had been a long time. And never this perfect. This man had snuck into her heart and soul, and she’d welcomed him into her body with joy. “God I missed this,” she murmured.
“Not as much as I missed you this last year,” he whispered. “I was heartbroken to find out you were married. Then I was heartbroken for you when I heard about your divorce.”
“But not for yourself, huh?” she said, loving the moment. And needing so much more.
“No, you are mine. Have been since I first saw you,” he whispered, reaching up to cup her breasts. “Don’t ever doubt it.”
She placed her hands on his chest and leaned forward to stare into his eyes and started to ride.
Gazes locked, she took them both to the edge of the precipice. He slid his hands down to her hips and held her in place as he ground up hard against her and sent them both over the edge.
Collapsing down onto his chest, she lay against his heart, hearing that rapid beat against her ear. His arms gently stroked down her back, tremors still wracking his heavily muscled frame.
“We’re so damn lucky to have found each other,” she whispered.
*
“You’re so damn special,” he whispered.
Still recovering, she propped her head on her hands and smirked. “Does that mean you’re ready to go again?”
He gave a shout of laughter and hardened up perfectly – already inside of her.
“Good thing,” she said. “I’ve been abstinent for a long time.”
“Planning to make up for it?” he asked suggestively.
“Depends, are you up for the job?”
Not only was he up for the job, he was bound and determined to give her a night she’d never forget. And he was very goal oriented.