The duality of both surrender and recklessness splashed across his face before he was on me, his hands in my hair and his mouth on mine in an entirely new way. This wasn’t a stolen kiss in his living room or tucked away in the distillery. This was fire and gasoline swirling, bleeding into each other like tendrils curling and unfurling. This was raw and rugged and everything I’d spent my adult life dreaming about.
My hands ripped at his back, my nails dragging down his skin sure to leave marks as I met him with equal intensity. At that moment, I wanted to claw at his body until I could drown in his lust. I wanted to bury myself so deeply inside him that he would never be able to move without thinking of me.
He made me unbridled and feral and alive with need.
He walked me backwards in that same way he had the other night, only now my back met the rough embrace of a tree. A rain-darkened cradling of my spine, a meeting of earth and skin, while our mouths never stopped their own push and pull. He dominated my mouth with his tongue, ravaging me until my body ached. There was no one here to interrupt this time, nothing to stop what felt like fate finally coming to fruition.
My hands were in his hair, and I tugged as he kissed down my neck, the groan which rumbled within him like thunder in the distance, unlocking my last bit of restraint and I moaned his name, hearing it disappear into the air like mist.
“Evy,” he whispered against my neck, hoisting me up as my legs wrapped around his waist. “You are under my fucking skin.” His words were everything I’d ever wanted to hear. “I’m crazed with need.” He pressed himself into my core and I moaned. “I’mjealous and confused.” Grinding him against me, my mind blanked. I was drenched and ready, only his confessions continued.
“I feel things I don’t have names for…” Licking at my neck, he spoke his truths into my skin. “But more than anything, I feel a desire to claim you in the most carnal ways.”
“Oh, fuck,” I panted, my breathing turning shallow and hurried.
I needed him. Now. Here.
I longed for his depravity, craved his soul, my body screaming for his touch.
“Please,” I panted against his lips, reaching one hand down, the feel of him punishing under my wet fingertips.
The warmth of his grip encased my own, undoing the button for me before he looked up, his forehead against mine. Our breaths mingled with the heated rain.
“I won’t be able to stop, Evy,” he gritted, lowering me to the ground, before he kissed me again, his hands vibrating with how tight he was holding the hem of my crop jumper. I hummed my agreement, my body alive under his touch, every single pulse point pumping like beacons.
“So don’t,” I begged against his lips.
In an instant, his grip tightened now around my wrists, dragging them above my head, pinning me to the tree with a force that made my breath hitch. His body pressed into mine, heat and hunger radiating off him despite the rain still falling. Without a word, his hands moved, yanking my shorts and panties down, baring me to the elements and his starving gaze.
“Fucking hell…” he muttered, fingers grazing my thighs. “You’re fucking perfection.”
Before I could answer, he lifted me up again as the world spun. Our mouths crashed together, all teeth and desperation, tongues battling like they were made for this very moment.
His hand moved between us, fumbling to pull his pantslower and free his cock as all the air left my lungs when I felt the thick, hot length of him pressed between us.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said almost questioningly, his gravelly voice barely controlled, and my body clenched in response.
God, I wanted him inside me. Now.
“I’m on birth control.”
“You sure?” He asked, pulling back just enough to search my face for hesitation he wasn’t going to find.
“This isn’t fake,” he breathed, one hand gripping my arse, the other the only thing stopping his throbbing cock from being exactly where I needed it to be.
“Tell me this isn’t part of the charade,” he murmured, his voice low. “Tell me this - whatever this is right now - is real.”
I couldn’t deny it anymore. “No, this isn’t fake,” I admitted. “Now please, no more questions, Coop, just fucking ruin me.” I pleaded.
With a growl, he gripped my thighs and thrust forward, sheathing himself inside me in one - holy fucking mother of God - claiming motion, our bodies coming together like fireworks in the sky.
The bark scraped at my back, its roughness seeping through my jumper but I didn’t care. I welcomed the pressure, the stretch, the heat and fuel swirling between us as he filled me completely.
“Fuck,” he hissed against my neck, his rhythm already punishing, hips driving forward like he couldn’t bear a second of distance between us now he’d brought us together like this.
There, against the tree, with my wrists above my head and his body pressed flush to mine, Cooper Dane owned me, and I gave myself over.
CHAPTER 27
