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“I just came out a few minutes ago. I couldn’t sleep.” She stands with her hands resting on the wrought-iron railing in nothing but an oversized sleep shirt hanging off one shoulder. It skims the very tops of her thighs, and my cock jerks in my jeans as it takes notice.
Hell, my whole fucking body jumps to attention with awareness.
“Go inside and lock your damn door, Carys.” My words come out harsher than I meant for them to, but I swear to God, it’s like she’s trying to put herself at risk.
I step through the glass doors and lock them behind me as Carys storms down the stairs, looking like a pissed-off goddess. Her green eyes flare as she gets in my face.
“You know.” She points her finger at me, poking my chest. “I love bossy Coop, but only when there’s a damn orgasm promised at the end of it. So, unless you’re planning on making me come, you need to back off and keep your commands to yourself.”
Her face is flushed and gorgeous as her chest heaves with each hitch of her breath, and I have to fist my hands to keep myself from touching her.
From taking.
But Carys has other ideas.
She takes a step forward and crashes her lips to mine in a furious kiss.
We’re all teeth and tongues as need and anger war with each other.
I want this woman more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
I grab both of her wrists in my hands and slam her back against the wall. Gathering her wrists in one hand, I hold them tight above her head and skim my fingers along the bare skin of her soft thigh.
Carys whimpers as her pupils blow wide with need.
“Is this what you want?” I ask with a vicious growl as I skim my teeth over the exposed skin of her shoulder. Not thinking straight. Lust and anger fueling me.
She rolls her hips against mine in response, and blood roars in my ears.
“You wanna ride my cock?”
Carys pulls against the tight grip I’ve got on her and turns her head, trying to capture my lips, but I let go of her wrists and drop to my knees.
“Cooper...” Her nails bite against my skin as she grabs my shoulders for purchase.
The pain feels too fucking good, compared to the numbness I’ve had since waking up in Germany. “If you’re a good girl, instead of a fucking tease, maybe I’ll let you come before I lock you in your goddamned room.”
I run my tongue up the inside of her smooth thigh, then nuzzle my nose along the damp seam of her silk panties, inhaling her scent. She’s warm and wet and smells fucking fantastic. But she backs her hips away from my face and yanks on my hair, tilting my head up. Forcing me to look at her. “What’s wrong? You wanted to come, didn’t you?” My raging hard-on strains against the zipper of my jeans, but the hurt look on her beautiful face has my heart sinking and my cock deflating.
“Stop.” The word comes out shaky as she takes a step away and rubs her wrists where red marks are forming from the way I held her. “This isn’t you, Cooper. You’re not cruel.”
“Carys...” I’m not sure what I’m planning to say or what there evenisto say. I never meant to be cruel, no matter how angry I am. Not with her. Never with her.
“No. I’m not going to let you do this to us, Coop. This hot-and-cold thing. One minute, you’re furious at me, and the next, you’re in a pissing contest with Jack because I’m wearing his damn sweatshirt.” She crosses her arms under her chest, plumping up her breasts, and even a case of blue balls mixed with regret can’t stop my mouth from watering.
“Eyes up here, asshole.” Carys shoves my shoulder, and I stand back up and adjust my dick like the prick I’ve become.
“I’m pissed, Carys. Not dead.” Frustration simmers because I know she’s right. I’ve been all over the place since I got back from Germany, and she’s taken the brunt of my anger. Heat burns my side from the way I twisted, irritating my healing incision, and I grunt and grip my side.
Accusing eyes watch my movements carefully before her face softens. “Talk to me, Cooper. You haven’t even told me what the doctor said or when you have to report back for duty.”
She’s pushing for answers I’m not sure I’m ready to give. I haven’t even come to terms with the extent of my injuries and what that means for my life yet. How am I supposed to talk about it with her?
Carys moves into the kitchen and fills the kettle, then goes about making us each a cup of tea. Once she’s handed me one, she blows on hers and looks at me over the top of the mug as we stand on opposite sides of the island. “Well...?” Green eyes attempt to stare into my soul. “What did the doctor say?”
I watch the steam billow from the top of her tea and groan, trying to buy myself time. “I don’t know how to do this, Carys.” It’s the most honest thing I can tell her.
She places her mug on the marble and waits. “How to do what, Cooper? We were always friends.”
