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But when Cooper’s arms slid around my waist and he held me against him with his firm, strong hold, I felt protected, safe, exactly where I wanted and needed to be.
One kiss blurred into the next. He undressed me slowly, and I felt cherished in a way I had never felt. We were often rushed, despite more than enough nights together to slow down. Nothing ever felt choreographed with us. Tonight, though, our time together was a slow, deeply sensual encounter.
He lifted me into his arms after tossing my shirt to the floor and teasing my nipples to the point of pain.
“I don’t think I can stand,” he said a few moments later as he stretched me out on the bed before him.
His palm slid in a sure caress over my belly, sparks leaping in the wake of his touch. I trembled underneath him when he trailed kisses between my breasts and down my belly. I felt molten inside, nearly quivering with anticipation. I cried out when he brought his mouth to my sex and licked deeply into me. I heard myself, a part of me I didn’t even recognize, as I panted his name. Ineededhim inside me when I came.
I tugged at his shoulders. “Cooper, please, I need you. Now.”
He didn’t even tease, rising to hover above me. Somewhere along the way, he’d already rolled a condom on.
“You have me,” he said just as he notched himself at my entrance, his eyes holding mine.
In a slow, deliberate motion, he sank into me. My heart raced as I sighed at the delicious stretch of him filling me. I savored the slick friction of our joining when he seated himself deeply before drawing back and surging to fill me again.
When his weight came over me, it felt just right. I was caught between feeling spun out of control inside and protected by him, by his presence.
My orgasm built quickly. When he reached between us to tease over my clit, creating just enough pressure to push me over the edge, the pleasure came in deep surges, rocking me to my core. I cried out, feeling him follow me over the edge as the heat of his release filled me when he plunged into me one final time, shuddering deeply.
Whenever he was on top of me like this, he moved to roll over. I felt protected, savored, and cared for. I rested against him, almost shocked at the depth of intimacy I felt between us.
When I pulled myself together and slowly rose on an elbow to look at him, his eyes met mine. My heart kicked hard against my ribs. I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted this feeling between us. And I wasneversupposed to want that from anyone.
ChapterTwenty-Five
COOPER
The following morning, I woke early. Nothing about that was unusual. I felt utterly relaxed and sated. Farrah was curled against me. She usually slept like this, pressed against my side with her head tucked into the curve of my shoulder with one knee hooked over my thigh and her foot tucked between my calves. Her arm was curled over me with her palm resting on the edge of my rib cage. I had an arm wrapped around her with my hand splayed at the dip of her waist, my fingers just over the sweet curve of her bottom. I felt my lips curving into a smile in the darkness. Humpty purred where he slept at our feet, something else that had become a habit so swiftly I didn’t know what to make of it. I tried to remind myself that Farrah and I were on the same page. This wasn’t anything big.
Ha!My cynical mind scoffed.
I wasn’t supposed to miss Farrah, yet I had. A mere two nights had passed where I hadn’t seen her. Both nights, I’d had dinner with my mother. That had been my reason for not seeing Farrah. That and trying to remind myself we were just friends withreallygood benefits.
Who the fuck are you kidding?You didn’t even feel this way about Cindy.
I had loved Cindy. I really had. Maybe it was because we’d been younger when it all started, but we certainly hadn’t had the molten-hot chemistry I felt with Farrah. Holy hell, the heat of it was enough to burn us to the ground. I kept thinking it would start to cool. Instead, the opposite was happening. Every encounter stoked the flames higher and higher.
Farrah shifted in her sleep, making a soft sound I loved, something between a breath and a sigh. I fell back asleep. Because, even if my mind was spinning its wheels, I felt good when I was with her.
* * *
It was the last day of my mother’s visit here, and we were at Firehouse Café. I was laughing at something Rowan’s mother said when Rowan nudged me with his elbow. I glanced his way. Our mothers were distracted and looking at a moose walking down the side street visible from the café.
He discreetly nodded his head toward the doorway, and I looked over.
“Fuck,” I muttered before I could catch myself.
Cindy had just walked in. She looked around the café, and her eyes met mine. I wasn’t even angry she was here. I was just resigned at what was about to play out.
She smiled brightly, walking over quickly. “Hi!” she exclaimed.
My mother swung to look her way. “Oh!” My mother looked legitimately surprised, while Rowan’s mother looked annoyed.
“Hi, Cindy,” I said as I stood from the table. “You can have my seat.”
She moved to hug me, but she must’ve read my look because she stepped back.
