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The closet door dug into my back. The doorknob knocked into my hip with every thrust, and did I care?
No. I didn’t.
All I was capable of processing was his cock, the way he moved, the way my movements could alter the pleasure I felt.
I clenched down on him by accident, having made a wholehearted attempt to do the opposite all the while. But now, when I clenched around him, the pleasure that spun through me had a thready cry escaping my mouth.
My control broke. His too. His thrusts grew faster, harder. Deeper. With a scream, I came. Finally, I knew what it was to feel fulfillment that didn’t come with a plastic cock inside me.
This was Cooper.
My Cooper.
Inside me.
The thoughts sent me spiraling higher, and I cried out all the while as he sent me to the stars and back. Behind my eyes, I saw black, saw nothing other than the pitch dark of a release so strong, I knew Cooper had just claimed me again.
There was no escaping the ghost of him in my life, not when he owned me.
Not when his soul claimed mine, and his body made it so.
Chapter 19
LAUREN
I sighed when I woke up, snuggled into Cooper’s warmth, and rubbed my nose against his arm.
He smelled so damn good that I couldn’t believe this was the first time I was getting to smell him like this. Sure, there had been plenty of mornings when we’d woken up together but not after having gone the whole way.
A part of me was all giggly and felt like an eighteen-year-old. I’d just ‘done it’ after all, and was feeling pretty damn proud of myself too!
“What are you giggling at?”
His voice was sleep rough and all the sexier for it.
Wanting to eat him up, I grumbled, “How do you know I’m giggling?”
“You’re practically vibrating next to me,” he said wryly.
“No, I’m not,” I denied instantly, but my lips twitched as he wriggled beside me so he could peer down at me.
Not that he’d see much considering I was clinging to his arm and hiding my face in his bicep.
“You smell good,” I told him, when he just huffed and plopped down once more.
“I highly doubt that,” he replied. “I need to shower.” I heard the rasp of his hand against his jaw. “And to shave.”
“So very domestic,” I teased.
“That’s me. I’m throwing you in at the deep end.”
I had to laugh outright at that, and leaned on my elbow so he could see me do so. “That’s the deep end? You’ll forget, I’ve seen you drunk.”
“Once,” he said on a growl. “After you plied me with liquor.”
My grin wasn’t going anywhere soon as the memory of that one night plagued me.
“I can’t believe you dared me to get drunk,” he said, the memory clear in his head too by the sounds of it.
