“I’ve got you,” he says gently, pushing my messy hair out of my face.
He reaches back for the condom, and my heart pounds at the sight. His abs contract and his eyes finally meet mine again. I spread my knees wider, and he aligns his hips to mine. My lower lip trembles, and he kisses me fervently before he drops his hand between us, fitting us together.
“Okay?”
I nod, and he stares at me as I breathe quickly in anticipation.
“Deep breath, baby,” he whispers as he gently rocks into me.
My head drops back on a sob.
I whimper, lifting my hips. He groans, pinning my hips down, and I reach for his mouth again. Our kiss feels primitive, full of wanting. Every graze and dip of his tongue sends warmth flowing through my sternum, down to my toes. I understand why people chase it now. But this is more. It’s deeper.
“Breathe with me, Mae.”
I inhale as he does, and the pinch disappears.
Cooper curses and grips the sheets in one fist and my thigh in another. I link my fingers through his hand on my thigh, digging the heel of my foot into his muscles, begging him for more. No words can form on my tongue. I’m purely reactionary, on the edge of pain and pleasure, too concentrated to do nothing butfeel.
“Damn, Mae,” Cooper grunts, squeezing my hand.
I whimper, and he groans at the same time. “Are we—” I gasp as his hips roll.
“Yes, baby, yes,” he grunts.
I lift my hips,testing, finding the right angle, and he grunts, breath ragged, kissing my neck and coming back to my lips.
Every thrust is slow, deep, andintentional.My heart squeezes and my stomach hollows out as a tear escapes my eye.
I open my eyes, and I swear he sees my soul. He sees the way I feel about him, but never said.
He knows.
“You’re doing so good, Mae.”
I whimper.
His hand drops mine and grips my thigh, nearly lifting me. I wrap my arms around his neck as he thrusts into me. A whole-body shudder runs through me, making me gasp into his skin, digging my nails in.
“Look at me,” he growls, breathing roughly into me.
I obey, dropping my head back.
He groans, keeping our slow, languid pace, refusing to break eye contact.
Sweat coats our skin, and our breaths the only rhythm that matters as thunder rolls outside.
“Coop,” I cry.
He curses. “Stubborn, I don’t know how long I can …”
“Please,” I whimper pulsing my hips up.
I grab the back of his neck, desperate to hold on as our bodies move and mouths groan. “Coop, I’m—”
He hums, cutting me off, rubbing his thumb between my legs, and I detonate, crumbling the cliff I was about to fall over. My heart lifts from my chest as he chases his orgasm, catching himself as he moans into my ear, and the vibration alone sends shivers over me.
I keep driving my hips to his, and he slows.
