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He ran his free hand up her side, closing his palm around her breast. The damn turtleneck needed to go. He ached to put his mouth where his hand was. She gasped and lifted back up, her hands closing on the back of his neck.

Melding her lips to his, she slipped her tongue inside with a sigh. He groaned and stumbled back, slamming against the car. Her wool coat fell open and he slid his hands inside it. Swinging her around without breaking their kiss, he pressed her up against the SUV and lifted her legs. She wrapped their long length around him, opening herself to him, and he almost shouted with joy.

Nibbling on her ear, he said, “I want you. Now.” He traced the curve of her breasts. Fucking A, the woman was perfection

“Yes,” she sighed. She squeezed his arms. “Now.”

Sweet Jesus, there was a God. Rolling his hips against hers again, he reached for the handle. It was time to finish what they’d started on that plane.

Chapter Seven

Kayla wrapped her legs around Cooper’s waist, quivering from the desire he sparked in her. She’d never wanted someone so badly that she couldn’t even wait ten short minutes to get to a hotel room. She knew it was freaking freezing outside, but she didn’t feel a thing with how hot he was making her. Her whole body tingled with awareness. Awareness of him.

She had to have him. Right here. Right now.

Nothing else mattered.

He opened the car door and laid her gently on the backseat, pushing her sweater up and kissing her stomach. Bending down further, he licked the insides of her thighs and kissed his way up her leg. When he flicked his tongue over her already drenched panties, she cried out and dug her nails into his scalp. “Oh my God, Cooper. Yes.”

He shoved the silken material aside, closing his mouth over her clit. She arched her hips, the pleasure consuming her within seconds. As his tongue worked over her, making her climb higher and higher, she tightened her thighs on his head to keep him in place. If he stopped now, she just might die.

His finger slipped inside her, and she threw her head back, a cry escaping her lips as she came explosively. She clawed at him, tugging him up. “Please. Fuck me.”

He bit off a curse and crawled over her, slamming the door shut behind him.

Smashing his lips down on hers, he lowered himself between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her. When his tongue flicked hers at the same time as his cock pressed against her sensitive clit, she cried out and raised her hips. She could taste herself on his tongue, along with his masculine flavor, which she’d grown accustomed to over the past few hours.

It was an intoxicating mix.

Pure pleasure shot through her veins, rich and heady and addictive.

God, he knew the perfect way to touch her, to leave her trembling and on the brink of orgasm within seconds, even though she’d just been there what felt like only minutes before. Trailing her hands down his shoulders, over his pecs, and to his waist, she tugged the sweater up.

Tearing her mouth free, she panted, “Take it off. I want to see you.”

“I will if you will,” he said, stealing one last kiss before he pushed off of her. He perched on the edge of the seat between her legs and yanked his sweater off. The peek at his six-pack she’d gotten earlier was just a sneak preview of the full show. His muscle-ripped body surpassed her expectation. She reached up and traced the lines of his stomach with both hands, all the way down to the waist of his khakis. Hard. Hot. Pure man. He closed his eyes and his abs clenched. She watched him, mesmerized by the harsh planes of his body, and skimmed her fingers over his cock. With a tortured groan, he captured her hand and held it still against him. “You better stop that if you want me to take my time.”

“I don’t.” She yanked free from his grip and cupped him again, massaging his cock through his pants. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Kayla… Christ, that feels good.”

Holy crap, he was much bigger than she expected. Sure, he was tall and muscular, and he had the type of body and confidence that made her think he would be well-endowed, but this was…wow.

Shaking off the thought, she closed her fingers around him through the fabric, running her hand down his cock as best as she could. He leaned against the door and groaned, his hips moving into her touch. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to spend hours torturing him or if she had to hav

e him now.

Urgency won out.

She unbuttoned his pants, carefully unzipped them, and slid her hand inside his boxers, circling his smooth cock with her fingers. With her free hand, she tugged him back down by the neck and captured his mouth. He pressed her back on the seat.

His breath coming out heavy, he tore his mouth off of hers and nibbled a path down her jaw, all the way to the base of her throat. Everywhere his lips touched burned. She was on fire, and he was fanning the flames. He reached down and tugged up the fabric around her waist, divesting her of her turtleneck.

The cool air helped her burning flesh somewhat—until he touched her again. But if she was going down in flames, then he was coming with her. Her fingers moved over his length again, then slid down to the base of his cock.

He grunted and pulled her hand out of his pants, his jaw tight. “Enough.” He slid his hand around her back and undid her bra with a flick of his wrist, then pulled it off her shoulders. It fell on the floor somewhere. “Holy shit. You’re beautiful.”

She squirmed, nearly screaming for him to stop staring and start doing. She didn’t know what made this so intense, but she’d never felt so much at once.

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