I knew what she needed. I pressed harder against her clit while curving my fingers inside her, and she broke apart with a cry, her whole body arching off the bed. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my fingers as waves of pleasurerolled through her. I worked her through it, drawing out every aftershock until she was boneless beneath me.
Before she’d fully recovered, she was pushing me back, her hands shoving desperately at my remaining clothes. “Need you inside me. Now.”
“Wait,” I managed, though my cock was so hard it hurt. “I don’t have?—”
“I’m on birth control,” she gasped, wrapping her hand around my cock and making me groan. “Have been for years. Please, Coop. I need to feel you.”
That was all I needed to hear. I hadn’t been with a woman in years. I knew I was clean. And I had no doubt the same was true about Mia.
She guided me to her entrance, and when I pushed inside her tight, wet heat, we both went still, overwhelmed by the sensation. She was so fucking tight, so perfect around me. Her eyes met mine, dark and wide, and for a moment all the pain and separation disappeared.
“God, you feel incredible,” I groaned, pulling back slowly before thrusting deep again.
We found our rhythm quickly, desperate and intense, like our bodies were trying to make up for six years in just moments. She wrapped her legs around my waist, changing the angle of each stroke.
“Harder,” she demanded, nails raking down my back. “I won’t break.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her hard and fast. The wet sounds of our bodies coming together mixed with her moans and my harsh breathing. She met me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take me deeper.
“That’s it,” I growled against her ear. “Take all of me.”
Her pussy clenched around my cock at my words, and I could feel her getting close again. I shifted my angle slightly, makingsure to hit that spot inside her with every thrust while grinding against her clit.
“Oh god, right there,” she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “Don’t stop.”
I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening, but I held back, determined to make her come again first. I reached between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles while maintaining my rhythm.
She shattered with a scream she muffled against my shoulder, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. The feeling of her coming around me, the rhythmic pulsing of her inner muscles, sent me over the edge immediately. I drove deep one last time and came hard, groaning her name as I filled her with everything I had.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, breathing hard, the storm still raging outside. Reality would crash back soon enough—Oliver would return, we’d have to put the cameras back, continue the charade. But for now, in this moment, we had each other.
For now, that was enough.
Chapter 14
Mia
I woke wrapped in Coop’s arms, my back pressed into his chest, his breath warm against my neck. For a moment, I kept my eyes closed, letting myself exist in this space between sleep and reality where everything felt safe. Where the tender ache between my thighs and the stubble burn on my throat were the only evidence of where I was.
Then memories of last night flooded back, heat pooling low in my belly.
Three times. We’d made love three times, each one different but equally intense. The first had been desperate, six years of separation exploding into pure need. The second, slower, like we were trying to memorize each other all over again. But the third…
My pulse quickened, remembering it. He’d woken me in the middle of the night, his hands already mapping my body in the darkness. No words, just touch and taste and the kind of connection that made everything else disappear. He’d taken histime, drawing it out with his fingers and mouth between my legs, flicking and sucking on my clit until I was begging, until every nerve ending felt electric.
When he’d finally pushed his cock into me, he’d held perfectly still, our eyes locked in the dim light, and whispered my name like a prayer. Like I was something precious he’d thought he’d lost forever.
The way he’d moved then, slow and deep and devastating, had unraveled something inside me that had still been wound tight without my even knowing it. Each thrust deliberate, controlled, his eyes never leaving mine, even when I tried to hide in the curve of his neck. He wouldn’t let me. He’d held my face, made me look at him, made me see the raw vulnerability in his expression that matched my own.
And he’d called meKitten.
The pet name had returned last night—first during our conversation about my accident, slipping out naturally like it had never been gone. Then again between our lovemaking, when I’d curled into him the way I always used to. Each time he said it, my heart had done something complicated and painful and wonderful all at once.
I’d forgotten about that silly little term of endearment. Or maybe I’d made myself forget, packed it away with all the other memories that hurt too much to examine. He used to tease me about how I’d curl up when I was comfortable—legs tucked up, head nestled into whatever soft surface I could find. Like a cat, he’d always said, amused by my need to burrow into comfort.
And when we’d argue, when my temper flared over something stupid, he’d call me his feisty kitten until I couldn’t help but laugh, my anger dissolving into grudging amusement.
God, how had I forgotten? That pet name had made me feel cherished in a way that had nothing to do with being diminishedor patronized. It had just been…us. Our thing. I had no idea how much I’d missed it until I’d heard it again.
