“I will, you know. I’ll do whatever it takes to give you everything. Including myself,” he says.
“I don’t want anything but you,” I whisper.
“We’ll you’re about to get more of me now,” he says against my mouth.
I snort and he grunts.
“I’m sorry that was so cheesy.” I laugh.
He moves his leg and flips it before shoving them over my hips. I’m glad I did aneverythingshower.
“I’ll do you one better and give that sassy mouth something else to do instead of make fun of me,” he says and spins me around, holding me against the wall.
I pant, surprised andveryinterested in what he’s up to.
He grazes a knuckle through me, and I arch my back, trying to follow him.
Cooper chuckles in my ear, and his belt buckle grazes my backside, making me shiver.
“Coop,” I whine.
“You know, I should drag this out, make it unbearable —”
“But?” I prompt.
“But,” he groans, sliding his hands up my body. “I don’t have it in me to be patient. I’ve been waiting all my life for a woman like you, and want every second I can get.”
“Then stop talking and take it,” I say out of breath.
He chuckles. “With pleasure.”
I expect him to take me right then and there, but he picks me up and carries me to my room, places me on my feet and shoves down his jeans before encouraging me back to the unmade bed.
He crawls over me and grabs my mouth in a kiss edging on frustration. I whimper into his mouth and he nips my lip.
“That’s for assuming I’d have eyes for anyone but you,” he says.
“What else are you mad about?” I ask, egging him on.
He chuckles and tweaks my nipples. I moan, but it’s not from pain. “That’s for …” he trails off. “I don’t know what it’s for. I’m not actually mad at you,” he says.
I pull back on grin and lift my hips to his. “I know, but maybe you could act like you are.”
He sits back. “Oh? Angry sex?”
“Is it really angry sex if you’re not actually angry?” I ask him.
“I don’t know, we’ll find out,” he says against my mouth and grabs my wrists, holding them in his hands again. He pushes my knees wider, rendering me immobile. And it’s almost unbearable.
“Be patient, stubborn,” he grumbles and draws his mouth over my chest.
I whine, arching my back, needing to touch him, no,dyingto touch him.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you,” I rasp.
He guides himself over me, and I whimper with the sensation. I want to beg, but I also don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
