Hearts thudding, bodies still, breath pulsing. “You okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I rasp dipping my nose into his neck.
He pulls away, and I lock my ankles, keeping him from leaving.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Don’t … please stay here,” I whisper.
He pulls me tighter into his chest, and the soreness doesn’t negate the steadily increasing — possibly insatiable — hunger I have for Cooper.
“Give me a minute. I’ll be right back,” he says.
I reluctantly let him go. He runs to the bathroom and comes back to bed.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, snuggling us together.
“Sore, but good,” I rasp.
He hums, and our comforting silence makes my eyes drop.
***
I don’t know how long I was asleep, but Cooper is still out, and the storm is still raging. I barely move and his eyes open on me.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, pressing a thumb between my brows.
I shake my head, throat too clogged.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asks.
“I’m perfect,” I rasp.
He hums and kisses my forehead, lingering there.
We’re wrapped in each other, his thigh over my legs.
I pulse my hips and he groans.
He leans back with a sleepy smile. “You sure?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
Cooper grabs my side, flipping us so I’m straddling him, and I catch myself, gripping the headboard.
“Oh,” I groan.
“Take your time,” he whispers.
I nod, shifting my position.
His hands grab my chest, pinching my nipples as I connect us.
We groan at the same time, and I drop my head back, giving myself a moment to adjust while Cooper massages my hips.
“Good?” he asks.
I mewl, rolling my body, chasing the feeling again.
