Page 84 of Falling for the Grinchy Bad Boy

Every red light was torture. Every stop sign was an eternity.

I was out of the car and around to her side before she could finish unbuckling her seatbelt.

The moment we were through my front door, I had her pressed against it, my mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was desperate and hungry. She practically mauled me as she kissed me back with equal fervor.

“I’ve been wanting this all day,” I murmured against her lips, my hands roaming over her curves through her coat.

“Just today?” she teased, but her breathing was already unsteady.

I helped her out of her coat, then shrugged out of mine, both of us moving with urgent efficiency. When I pulled her sweater over her head, revealing the black lace bra underneath, I had to take a moment just to look at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, tracing the edge of the lace with one finger.

Her response was to reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head before pressing her mouth to my chest. The feel of her lips on my skin sent fire racing through my veins.

“Bedroom,” I managed to say, though coherent thought was becoming increasingly difficult.

“Too far,” she breathed, her hands already working at my belt.

She had a point. The couch was right there, and I wasn’t sure I could make it down the hall anyway. I lifted her easily, carrying her the few steps to the living room and settling her on the cushions.

I knelt between her legs, taking my time to worship every inch of exposed skin. When I unhooked her bra and took her breast in my mouth, she arched beneath me with a soft cry that went straight to my cock.

“Cooper, please,” she gasped, her fingers threading through my hair.

“Please what?” I asked, moving to her other breast and lavishing it with the same attention.

“I need you,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “I need all of you.”

I helped her out of her remaining clothes, my hands shaking slightly as I revealed more of her perfect skin. When she was finally naked beneath me, I had to pause just to take in the sight of her.

“You’re incredible,” I said, running my hands along her sides, memorizing every curve.

She reached for me, her fingers working at the button of my jeans with determined efficiency. When she finally freed me, wrapping her hand around my length, I groaned and thrust into her touch.

“I love watching you lose control,” she said, stroking me slowly.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I promised, catching her wrist and pinning it above her head. I settled between her thighs, not having the patience for foreplay.

Next time.

When it came to Joy, there was always a desperation driving me. I promised myself next time I would slow down and take my time.

Next time.

I entered her slowly, savoring the way she stretched around me and the way her eyes fluttered closed as I filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming—the heat of her, the way she clenched around me, the soft sounds she made as I began to move.

“God, you feel perfect,” I groaned, setting a rhythm that had us both breathing hard.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, meeting each of my thrusts with her own movement. The couch creaked beneath us, but I didn’t care about anything except the woman in my arms and the way she was making me feel.

“Harder,” she demanded, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I obliged, increasing my pace until we were both lost in the desperate rhythm of bodies seeking release. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her body beginning to tremble beneath me.

I reached between us, finding her clit with my thumb and rubbing in tight circles. The effect was immediate. She cried out, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. The feeling of her coming around me, the way her body clenched and pulsed, pushed me over the edge.

I came with a groan that sounded like her name, spilling inside her as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending. For a moment, the world went white around the edges, and all I could do was hold on to her and ride out the intensity of my release.

Afterward, we lay tangled together on the couch, both of us breathing hard and slightly stunned by the force of what had just happened between us.

“That was…” she started, then trailed off.

“Yeah,” I agreed, my arm tightening around her. “It really was.”

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and pulled away.

“Stay tonight?” I asked quietly, the words coming out more vulnerable than I’d intended.

She lifted her head to look at me, and I saw something in her eyes that made my chest tight with hope.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said softly.