Chapter One
The secondI hear the knock on the door, I race to it, yank it open, and grab the guy on the other side. In mere seconds, I’ve got him inside the room and pushed up against my hotel room door, my lips on his.
“I missed you so much,” I pant between frantic kisses.
“Me too, love.” He kisses me back, then stops and asks, “Are you okay?”
“I am now.” His hands slide down my back to my bottom, which means I’m about to get lifted. Helping him, I get up on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. Once I’m off the ground, I feel him. He’s already hard. “God, I need you,” I say as I kiss down his neck. Working my way back up, I find his earlobe and bite it gently. “Please?”
“I’d do anything for you. You know that, Quinn,” he says as he begins the trek to the bed.
I’m lowered onto my back. “I do. I know you would.” Pushing myself up to sit, I reach out and tug on his T-shirt. “Off. Take everything off.”
He looks down at me and points at my robe. Quickly, I untie it and pull it open. I’m no longer the least bit self-conscious about my body around Cooke. Especially since it’s changed so much.
“God, you’re fucking spectacular.” Cooke’s gaze is heated. He’s focused on my chest, but not for long. His eyes move down past my stomach and new stretchmarks to my center. The whole thing turns me on more than I already was. And believe me, I was turned on.
“I need to feel you inside me, Cooke.”
“Oh, you will. All. Fucking. Day.”
Yay! I was hoping he’d say something like that. I love dirty Cooke. “Fuck me hard, babe.”
“Jesus,” he mutters as he slides over me, forcing me onto my back. “You’re a naughty little minx, love.”
“I know.” I place my palms on his lean hips and slide them around until I’ve got one hand on each of his beautiful ass cheeks, then squeeze. “You’d better hurry. Mom’s going to be here soon with Harper.”
“Feeding time,” he says, staring down at my breasts. They’re starting to get engorged, but I’ve got some time. “Are you in pain?” he asks, looking concerned. He knows how painful it can be if I wait too long.
Shaking my head, I bring my right palm around and grasp him in my hand, pumping up, then down. Cooke moans. “Love….”
“You need to hurry it up, stud.”
“Fine.” He looks down between us and places himself at my entrance. I’m already drenched. Heck, just seeing Cooke Thompson makes me wet, so after kissing and touching him, I’m primed and ready for him. “This’ll be a quick, hard fuck, but tonight, I’m taking my time,” he says, his voice husky with lust.
“Finally.” I sigh as he slides inside. “Yes. I needed this.”
“You achy, baby?”
I nod. “Soachy.” He loves when I say that. It makes him sort of crazed.
“I’ve got you, love.”
And he does. This man, the one I’m about to marry in just over three hours, has always “got me.”
Always.
Cooke does as promised, making it quick and hard, but he doesn’t finish until I’ve had an orgasm. The man always makes sure I’ve had at least one. He prefers for me to have a minimum of three, but one will do for now.
“Wow.” I sigh as he rolls onto his back. I turn so I’m wrapped up in his arms. “Thanks.”
I guess he thinks that’s funny because he laughs. “My pleasure. Then his face gets serious. “I was worried after getting your text.”
“Sorry.” Not sorry. “It’s been days and days. I needed you.” Even though Cooke really wanted to stick with the tradition of not seeing each other on the wedding day, I was never on board with that. So, I had to play a little dirty. I sent him a text, essentially giving him a distress call. It went something like this.
Me:I need you. It’s urgent.
“I stopped my workout and ran up here.”
