“Yeah, Sutton, I fucking mean it.”
“But—”
“You can do it.” Sutton swallows slowly. “Say it, Sutton baby.” She drags her bottom lip between her teeth, again, nibbling on it. “Admit you’re mine tonight. Tell me you want me too.”
“Yes.”
“That’s not what I said. And what have I told you? I need your words.”
Sutton sways forward and backward, barely noticeable, and I watch the way her chest hitches with a sharp inhale. Eyes closed, she starts to say, “I’m?—”
“Eyes on me while you tell me the three words I’ve been desperate for years to hear.”
Eyes now a bright, mossy green lock onto mine, destroying all of my walls, beckoning me to her. My heart seizes with anticipation. “I’m yours, Cooper.” Sutton pauses. “I want you—” She pauses again, then attaches two words that I hate hearing. “For tonight, and I want you to make me feel good.”
For tonight. For forever. We’ll see which one wins.
“You’ve always been such a good listener. Haven’t you, baby?”
As if she needs permission, she asks, “Can I kiss you again?”
“Never have to stop.”
Mouths colliding and hands in a frenzy all happen within a blink.
There’s barely any space between us, but I need her closer. My free hand tugs at the fabric ofmysweatshirt she’s in. The movement pushes my knee between her legs. Sutton accidentally bites my lip with a small gasp at the friction.
“Sorry,” she whispers. I kiss the apology away.
Unlike our initial kiss, which, for the record, was out of this world, this is as if we are both starved. Have been stranded in the desert, and this is the first drink of water we’ve had in years.
I can’t get enough, so I take more. I grip her hair, twist the braid around my fist, exposing her neck as I bite and kiss over it. Push at the collar of the crewneck to get to more of her soft, silky skin.
Sutton grinds herself on my thigh. Working herself back and forth. She mewls, and my grip on her tightens, my knee inches higher, and she moans.
“Cooper. Cooper, what is?—”
Sutton is soaked. I can feel it through both pairs of sweats separating us.
I begrudgingly pull away from her neck, a mark already forming. But that internal annoyance is lost when I see her. A hand pushed into my hair, the other braced on the wall. Head tilted slightly back and mouth falling open. Eyelashes ricocheting off her cheeks, but her gaze locked on me.
She’s close, I know it.
But she’s hesitating. Stalling her movements, and I can sense that she’s unsure. A rush of previous comments she’s made about her exes come to me.
“Let go, Sutton,” I start to talk her through it. Let her know that what she’s feeling is good and nothing to be scared of or embarrassed by.
“But…”
“It’s okay.” I kiss her temple, then correct myself, “More than okay.”
“I-I don’t—help me.” Gladly.
My hands find her waist. The left gripping her tightly, guiding her. The right finding her clit through the cotton and pressing down with my thumb.
Sutton curses, moving faster.
“You’re always beautiful, but fuck, I wish you could see…” The words die on my tongue when I spot our reflection from the corner of me eye. “Turn your head. Look at yourself in the mirror.” Our cheeks are pressed together, as we watch, and I describe what I see. “Radiant. Truly alluring and pulchritudinous.”
