“Oh fuck—” he growls, as he thrusts into me.
I tilt my head back, letting it rest against his shoulder as he presses closer, finding a steady rhythm.
He asks if I’m okay, and I nod. That’s all he needs before he starts moving again.
His arms wrap around my waist, one hand slipping beneath my hoodie, cupping my breast, while the other drifts between my legs to find my clit.
A thought flickers in the back of my mind that someone could walk in at any second. I suck in a breath, trying to keep it down, but it slips out anyway.
“You trying to stay quiet?” he murmurs against my ear. “Maybe I want to hear you fall apart for me.”
I press my lips together, turning my head toward him, my forehead brushing his cheek.
“You know what I think?” he says, voice low. “I think you like the idea of getting caught.”
“Oh God—”
He hums softly. “Shh… you don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?”
I arch back into him, losing the rhythm I was trying to keep.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “You do like that.”
His hand moves from my chest to my chin, guiding my face toward him. A soft sound slips past my lips as his breath warms my skin.
“Look at you,” he mutters. “Can’t even stay quiet.”
My hand wraps around his wrist where he’s holding my face, and my breath catches.
“Cooper—”
There’s no mistaking the sound of our skin slapping as his hips piston into me.
“That’s it,” he says low. “Say my name again.”
I’m close. I can feel it building, and he must too because his other hand continues to rub circles over my clit, pushing me right to the edge.
“Cooper—” I say again, and he lets out a rough sound.
“Stay with me,” he says. “I want to feel you let go. Need to feel you come on my dick, Brin.”
I nod, even though I don’t know if he can tell. His grip on my chin keeps me right where he wants me. I could barely move, even if I wanted to.
It’s overwhelming in the best way—like he has all of me, and I don’t even want to fight it.
My release hits all at once, too fast to stop, my breath breaking as I rock back into him.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters. “That’s it… I’ve got you.”
My body trembles, stealing the oxygen from my lungs. His movements falter a second later, a quiet curse slipping out under his breath before he stills on a muffled groan.
For a second, neither of us moves.
Then Cooper’s lips find that spot beneath my ear again, kissing me softer this time. He leaves a path of kisses along my jaw before turning my face toward him.
“The next time you want Farm Boy Cooper,” he murmurs, “you just let me know.”
I smirk against his mouth, shaking my head.
