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His fingers flexed on her hips, and then dug in just enough to hurt a little bit. She whimpered and pressed back against him, so close. And then she soared over the edge, her whole body going tense.
She felt him pull away from her and she heard the sound of a condom wrapper ripping. And when he positioned himself behind her, lifting her on to her knees, she held her breath and waited. Waited for him to rock her world all over again.
He didn’t disappoint.
He surged inside of her, burying himself completely. She pressed even closer to him, loving how much he filled her. And then all hell broke loose, because he was moving inside of her and need took over, not allowing for anything besides him.
And this.
Her entire body tightened and grew intensely sensitive, and he moved inside her smooth and hard. She came again. Explosively. Unexpectedly. No one else had ever given her multiple orgasms like this. After a few moments, she crashed back down to earth in time to feel him come inside of her. He gripped her ass so tight it hurt, but then he collapsed on top of her with a shudder.
And it was then…right then…that she realized something crazy. This wasn’t strictly fun, carefree sex anymore. He made her feel better, in the bed and out of it. He made her happy. Like, long-term-share-my-hopes-and-dreams kind of happy.
What the heck was she supposed to do with that?
They both rolled to their sides so that they faced one another. He had a smile on those lips she loved so much—full dimples and all. “That was the best fake-make up sex ever.”
“Agreed,” she said, keeping her tone light even though she was panicking inside.
He reached out and toyed with her hair. “If that’s what I get for fake-fighting with you, then I just might love fighting with you from now on. Want to go again?”
There was that word again. Love. That word on his lips did strange things to her heart. Like making her want to hear it for real.
Oh, God. Had she really just thought that? Please, no.
“Kayla? You okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“Uh, yeah.” She forced a laugh. It sounded maniacal. “Why would you ask?”
“Because you’ve been quiet for three minutes.” He ran a finger down her cheek. “Just…staring at me.”
Her cheeks went red hot, but she forced a smile. He wouldn’t know. He could never know. “Well, in my defense you’re quite fun to look at.”
“Yeah?” His lips twitched. “Back ‘atcha, sweetheart.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” He lightly ran his hands up and down her sides, making chills dance over her body. “Are we busy?”
“Um, let’s see…the family dinner is tonight, but the rest of the morning and afternoon are wide open. Susan wanted to be able to sleep in and relax the day before the wedding, instead of all that rehearsal dinner crap the night before. That’s why we did it last night instead of tonight.”
“So we have a few hours before we report for duty?”
“Yep.” She rolled to her feet and headed for the bathroom. “Why? What do you want to do?”
He followed her, then leaned against the doorjamb, right next to the spot where she’d watched him take her in front of the mirror. Had that been only yesterday?
“How about if you show me the town? Your old haunts, or maybe your old school?”
She cringed. She’d hated high school…falling perfectly into the majority statistic. About seventy-three percent of kids hated high school. The only ones that didn’t were the cool kids. “Hmmm… That sounds awfully real. Why would you want to see my old school?”
“Because you went there,” he said, his voice soft. “Please?”
“Cooper…” she said, drifting off. And when he looked at her, all warm eyes and hard abs and sexy lips…who was she to say no? “All right. We’ll do it.”
“Fuck yeah. Let’s do this,” he quipped.
She closed her eyes for a second at the onslaught of feelings those words brought about. And then she sucked it the hell up and got in the shower.
