She cried out, but he swallowed the sound with his mouth, one hand on her bottom, guiding her down as he arched up, his other hand in her hair, holding her head for his possessing, fierce kiss.
Hot.
Wild.
Out of control as they gasped for breath, damp flesh slapping against damp flesh, fingers digging into trembling muscles . . . and then straining toward that finish line she’d wanted, where a turbulent whirlpool of colliding sensations waited.
Breanne got there first; she felt it building, felt it sweep over her, an unstoppable freight train homeward bound. Through a kaleidoscope of lights going off in her head, she heard Cooper let out a low, guttural groan as he found his own release. Still trembling, she fell over his hot, damp chest, snuggling in when he wrapped his arms around her tight.
“Jesus,” he breathed softly in her hair, his arms still trembling. After a long moment he sagged back and looked at her from beneath those sexy, heavy-lidded eyes.
Okay, no big deal, she thought. Sure, she’d broken her nomen rule, but she’d managed to keep her heart and soul safe and tucked in. But she hadn’t accomplished that by meeting his see-all eyes and letting him warm her from the inside out. “Well.” She smiled with forced cheer and didn’t look at him. “That was fun.” She tried to get up, but he held on.
He was still inside her, not hard but not soft, either. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he forced her head back so that he could look at her. Suddenly his eyes weren’t so sleepy. “Fun?”
She swallowed hard at the indescribable expression on his face. “Yeah, you know. As in, let’s do it again sometime.”
“Fun is eating ice cream. Fun is having a day off. Fun is a walk in the fucking park, Breanne.”
“Um—”
“What we did was pretty far beyond fun. What we did was off the fun chart.” He narrowed his eyes. “You wanted to know what was wrong with you?”
“Uh . . . no. I changed my mind.” The tension he’d banished with an orgasm was back.
“Did you, now?” he murmured. “Interesting.”
Around them the fire crackled, the house creaked, all assuring her that this was real, not some sort of fantasy dream. It was real and she had a man, still buried inside her, staring into her eyes, seeing things she wasn’t ready for him to see, trying to get to the bottom of something she didn’t want to discuss.#p#分页标题#e#
So she cheated. She tightened her thighs, as well as her inner muscles, and hugged him.
Immediately his eyes went opaque. Almost helplessly, he thrust up with his hips. “No fair,” he whispered.
Which is why she did it again.
This time he closed his eyes and groaned. “Let me guess. You want some more fun.”
“Good guess,” she murmured, and leaned in for a kiss, squeaking in surprise when instead he surged to his feet, still holding her wrapped around him. With a hand on her butt, the other still fisted in her hair at her back, he headed toward the bed. “You’re not going to rush me this time,” he warned her, and before she could say otherwise, he let go of her.
She fell through the air and hit the mattress, bouncing twice.
She rolled to her belly to crawl away, just as a new condom landed right in front of her nose.
Lemon yellow. In spite of herself, her entire body tightened in anticipation.
“But first,” he said silkily, holding her down with a hand low on her spine. “Back to that critique of your performance.”
“No, I—”
“I’m not sure what you’ve been told before,” he went on, unconcerned with the fact that she’d gone stiff and unhappy. “So we’ll start at the beginning.”
No way was she going to stick around for this. Surging up to her hands and knees to crawl away, she said through her teeth, “I told you, I changed my mind—”
Snagging her ankle, he held on with a grip she couldn’t shake off, though she tried with the sudden strength of a samurai warrior.
He merely caught her other ankle and slowly dragged her back across the mattress, with her fighting the whole way. Kicking didn’t help; he had a hold on her that didn’t allow for it, though she gave it her best.
“Oh, go ahead and play dirty,” he said conversationally, not even winded, the bastard. “I’m used to fighting dirty.”
Gripping onto the covers gave her no traction at all as she was hauled closer and closer to her greatest source of stress. “Damn it, Cooper. Let me go—”
He simply yanked her the last few inches, then flipped her over, switching his grip from her ankles to her thighs, effortlessly holding her down, leaning over her to see directly into her face.