“Taste you.”
Unable to wait a second longer, Coop gently pushed her thighs apart and dove in. He ran the length of her slit with the tip of his tongue. Her musky arousal was the most exquisite flavor to have ever crossed over his taste buds.
Mac cried out, her hips shooting off the bed. Her bare sex pressed against his mouth as if it were asking for more.
More was definitely something he planned to give.
She moaned and writhed beneath his lips as Coop licked and laved, savoring every drop she was willing to offer. When he could tell she needed more, he inserted his thick, middle finger into her heated core.
Gasping, her inner muscles clenched down. She was tight and wet, and God, he couldn’t wait to feel himself inside her there.
“Please, Coop. I need you. Please.”
The woman who’d never asked for anything was pleading with him now. He made a silent vow to never, ever make her beg him for a damn thing again.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
He wanted in her so badly, he could taste it. But Coop was determined to give her everything she needed first.
Adding a second finger, he began to thrust harder. Faster. At the same time, he brought his lips and tongue up to her clit, sucking and flicking the swollen bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure to take her to the cliff.
Mac’s gorgeous body shook. The hands that had been relaxed seconds earlier now fisted the bedding beside her.
He could feel her legs trembling against his face and her insides quivering.
“Oh, God, Coop. I’m so close.”
“Let go, baby.” He moved his hand faster. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He bent down, sucked her clit between his lips.
She exploded.
With a loud, keening sound, Mac threw her head back. Coop slid his fingers from her body and covered her core with his mouth. A rush of hot arousal hit his tongue, and he sucked and licked until he’d consumed every last drop.
Releasing her thighs, he stood straight and removed his wallet from his back pocket. Pulling out the condom packet—the one from the new box he’d stopped and bought on his way over here, just in case—Coop tossed the foil square onto the bed beside her.
He was clean and knew she was, too. Each team member got tested for a whole gambit of things every six months as a precaution.
Not because they all slept around carelessly. But because they traveled to too many places, immersing themselves in too much of the world’s worst shit to take any chances with their health and safety.
Even so, Coop would still protect this woman in every way he knew how. Always.
Setting the wallet on her nightstand, he quickly undid his belt and carefully—so fucking carefully—pulled down his zipper. Though he wore boxer-briefs, the relief he felt from simply opening his jeans nearly caused him to moan.
Speaking of moaning…
After toeing off his shoes and removing his socks in record time, Coop pushed his pants and boxers down off his hips. Mac’s eyes lowered, the set of shiny blue embers burning with hunger when they landed on his full, aching cock.
He fisted himself, pinching the tip between his fingers. Christ, justseeingher this way threatened to ignite what he knew would be his greatest orgasm ever.
One he couldn’t hold off forever.
With that in mind, he grabbed the foil square, ripped it open, and quickly sheathed himself before climbing back onto the bed. Balancing his body over hers, Coop reached between them, positioning himself to her molten entrance.
He waited, giving Mac one last chance to change her mind. Beneath him, she tilted her pelvis and dug her nails into his back.
“Now, Sean. I need you now.”
Coop brought his mouth to hers. Kissed her slowly, showing her hecouldbe gentle. Then, right before he surged his hips forward, he kept his eyes on hers and whispered, “I’m going to make you scream.”
