“I don’t have…” Glancing toward the nightstand, I realize I used my last condom the last time we were together.
She reaches for me before I can pull away any further, her hand sliding along my jaw, guiding my attention back to her.
“It’s okay,” she says softly. “I mean, if you’re okay with it. I’m on birth control.”
I still for a second, searching her face. There’s no hesitation or doubt there. Just her—looking at me like she trusts me completely.
My hand comes up, brushing along her cheek, slower this time. “Are you sure?”
She nods, and I nod back. That’s all I need.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, and I thrust into her that way.
My arms bracket her head, my hands holding her face as I kiss her.
Our foreheads stay pressed together like that as we chase our release. There’s not a part of us that’s not touching now, and I don’t ever want to pull away from her.
I never want to separate from her again.
“You were made for me, Brinley.” I press my lips against her ear. “You were put on this earth to be loved by me.”
She gasps, her arms wrapping around my neck, and I thrust into her hard, my pace unrelenting as she starts to tremble with the force of her release crashing through her.
She clamps around me, and I ride it out, pistoning my hips into her a few more times before I follow her over the edge.
Nothing else exists outside of the two of us, and the sound of our breathing settles as we both float down from the high.
She brings me closer for another kiss as my phone vibrates against my nightstand again.
I squeeze my eyes shut, shoving the thought aside. I don’t want to think about who it is or what they want. I’m not breaking this moment. Not for anything.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Brinley
The room is quiet as our breathing evens out. We’ve shifted now. Cooper lies flat on his back, with me draped over him, my head on his chest and his hand holding mine like it belongs there.
He brushes his thumb along my hip absentmindedly.
“You still awake?” he murmurs.
“Barely,” I hum.
He huffs a small laugh and presses a kiss into my hair.
“C’mon,” he whispers. “Let’s go shower before we both crash.”
I let him pull me up. My legs feel weak when I stand, earning me one of Cooper’s devilish smiles without making a joke about it.
The bathroom fills with steam quickly. The water is almost too hot at first, but he steps in behind me and adjusts it until it’s perfect.
We don’t rush this part.
He washes my hair for me. His fingers work through it slowly, taking his time. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, letting the water run down my face.
I think about earlier. About the way he watched me while I was playing the game. When he realized I wasn’t just playing for fun.
He has no idea the truth.
