Page 114 of Wrecked

Smiling, I gaze up at him through teary eyes. “I’ve wanted you since the day we met—when you asked me if I’d ever kissed a man. From that moment on, the only man I have wanted kissing me is you.”

Cooper kisses me then, his mouth hot and demanding on mine. He bites gently on my lower lip. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, licking at me, tasting me. His lips travel down my neck to my chest. He teases my pierced nipples with gentle fingers and soft suckling until I’m squirming beneath him, moaning and whimpering as I beg for more.

Cooper continues down my body, tracing my abdominal muscles with the tip of his tongue, rimming my belly button, nibbling at my hip bones. He buries his nose at the base of my now aching, straining erection and growls.

His tongue swipes the entire length of my cock until he reaches the head, which he draws into his hot, wet mouth. I’m so excited, I know I’m leaking copious amounts. He uses that, plus his saliva, for lube.

He swallows me to the back of this throat, his muscles tightening on me, blissing me out. He’s voracious, sucking, stroking, teasing me mercilessly. When I grip his head, digging my fingers into his short, thick hair, he captures both of mywrists in one of his big hands and pins them to my belly. Being physically restrained only heightens my arousal, and soon I’m squirming beneath him, begging for release.

I feel my balls tighten and draw up. Heat streaks down my spine. I’m close to coming, and he must know it, because suddenly he backs off. “Cooper!” I hiss, trying to keep my voice down. “Don’t you dare stop now!”

“Not yet, baby.” His deep voice is gruff with arousal, which only turns me on more. “We have all night ahead of us.”

Cooper releases my hands and rolls me onto my belly. He grips my head, holding it still, and proceeds to kiss the side of my neck. He trails kisses down my spine, teasing every nerve ending in my body. He growls as he palms an ass cheek, squeezes it, and takes a gentle bite.

When he rims my hole, delicious shivers streak up my spine. I press my face into the bedding to muffle my loud cries.

Surging up onto the bed, Cooper lies on me, covering me. He nestles his erection between my ass cheeks, and even through his trousers, I can feel the length of him pressing between my ass cheeks, hinting at what’s about to come. “Cooper,” I groan as I raise my ass, pressing against his hard length, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Growling at the teasing pressure against his cock, Cooper rolls off the bed. He quickly undresses before he disappears into the bathroom and returns a moment later with a bottle of lube and a towel. “Tell me if I’m too rough.”

He says that every time even though it’s unnecessary. He’s never too rough. He’s always the perfect amount of rough.

I hear the cap popping off the bottle of lube. A moment later, the mattress dips as he climbs on. He spreads my legs and kneels between them. A slippery finger glides into me, followed by a second. And soon he’s guiding himself to my opening.

As he slowly pushes inside me, I’m thinking,my husband is fucking me.My husband!“Oh, God,” I moan into the bedding. “Cooper.”

Once he’s fully seated, he lowers himself until his chest is pressed against my back. The feeling of him covering me, pinning me down like this, is divine. He’s moving now, thrusting, hitting my sweet spot so perfectly it’s mind blowing. I swear the man can go forever. He fucks me until I’m a shaking, shivering, pleading mess. When he’s near to coming, he rolls us to our sides so he can reach around me and jerk me off in time to his thrusts.

He comes first, shooting his load into me, and a heartbeat later, I’m seeing stars as I come right along with him.

We lie like that for a good while. My heart is pounding, and my lungs are desperate for air. He feels the same based on his ragged breathing.

Cooper kisses the back of my head, and then my shoulder. “Husband,” he says, making my belly quiver.

After we clean up, we crawl under the bedding to sleep. Cooper spoons me from behind and wraps his arm around my waist. I’ve gotten used to the way he holds me against his body while we sleep. It’s almost as if he’s afraid he’ll wake up one morning to find me gone.

I guess his fears aren’t entirely unfounded. That’s basically what happened the morning after Beth and Shane’s wedding.

I still feel bad about leaving Chicago—leavinghim—back then, but what else could I have done? We were at an impasse. I had to do something to shake him up.

“Good night, baby,” he says as he presses his face into my hair. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I rest my arm on his and link our fingers together. He’s not the only one holding on for dear life.

I meant it when I told Beth this man owns me, body and soul.

* * *

The next morning, we shower, dress, and head downstairs to the great room, where the tables and chairs are set up again so there’s seating room for everyone who stayed over last night. Most everyone did.

When we enter the room, we’re greeted with cheers and applause. I know I’m smiling like a fool when Cooper takes me by the hand and leads me to a table where my mom and sister are already seated.

After he sits me down, Cooper goes to the kitchen to offer to help with breakfast, but Shane’s housekeeper, Elly, shoos him right back out. Apparently, she already has Bridget and Ingrid assisting her, as well as her husband, George.

Breakfast is a huge buffet served on a long table set against one wall. We help ourselves to a massive variety of food—everything from eggs cooked in every way imaginable, sausage, bacon, pancakes, waffles, oatmeal, toast, and a variety of muffins. We fill our plates and then return to our tables to eat.

While Mom is busy asking Cooper about his role at McIntyre Security, Rachel butters a warm blueberry muffin and asks me, “So, do you know Troy very well?”