A personal favorite of his, but he didn’t say a word, just opened the shower for her.
She stepped to the door. One of her breasts brushed the sleeve of his shirt, the nipple puckering into a hard knot. “Get in,” he said again, his voice a little thicker.
Nodding, she stepped in; then, before he could shut the door, she fisted her hand in his shirt, yanking him in with her. “I don’t want to be alone,” she said. “Distract me, Cooper, like only you can.”
Water rained down over his head, soaking into his clothes, dropping off his nose. “Breanne, I—”#p#分页标题#e#
His words were cut off by her mouth. Pressing him up against the wall, she tugged his shirt up, leaning in to kiss him right over his heart. “Please?”
She wanted fast, hard, casual sex. She wanted to disengage her brain, if only for a few minutes. He got that.
But he wanted more than mindless when it came to the two of them. And yet, as always when faced with her gorgeous nude body, he couldn’t hold back. He shucked out of his shirt while she tugged his jeans to his thighs. “Good enough,” she said, and hopped up.
He just managed to catch her, all slippery and wet, and when she wrapped her legs around his hips, arching the hottest, slickest part of her to the hottest, neediest part of him, he staggered back against the wall and groaned. “I don’t have a condom in here.”
She bit his neck. “Are you safe?”
He had two handfuls of her perfect bottom, her breasts mashed against his chest. He had a hard-on that could pound nails, snugged up to her sex, which was hot and creamy. His mind was befuddled, to say the least. “Huh?”
“Because I’m safe.” She attached her mouth to his neck and sucked, making his vision swim. “And I’m on the pill.”
“Me, too,” he managed to say as she arched up and let the very tip of him slip inside. Christ, she felt good. “I mean, I’m not on the pill,” he corrected as she snorted. “But I’m safe—”
Her rough, breathless laugh was cut off with a low moan as he thrust into her.
Bare skin to glorious bare skin, Breanne thought, and for her, what happened next was as wild and unpredictable as the storm outside. She felt a blinding need, a desperate ache that had to be assuaged. There was more, too; it was as if she had a hole deep inside her that only he could fill, but she didn’t want to go there, not now. Later, when she was safe and back home, she could dwell; later she could relive all that had happened, even what she’d lost, but for now she’d live in the moment.
And the moment was about this. She fisted her hands in Cooper’s hair and took his mouth in greedy, hungry bites, while the hot water continued to rain down over them. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
“Always a five alarm fire with you,” he murmured.
“Please,” she heard herself whimper.
“We can hurry,” he assured her. “But I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped her face until her eyes met his. “Do you hear me? I’m not going anywhere, Bree. I’m here, right here.”
Her throat closed up, and she couldn’t speak.
He didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he held her still, buried deep within her, and gave her a kiss as gentle, as tender as any kiss she’d ever known, a kiss that brought her to a new level of desire that boggled her mind.
And still he hadn’t moved within her. God, she wanted him to move. She slid her fingers into his hair, along his scalp until his head fell back. Pressing her mouth to his throat, she tried to make sense of this but then he lifted his head again, his eyes glowing with heat and need and an infinite, selfless patience she was afraid she’d never understand.
“Breanne,” he said—just that, just her name through the falling water. With a strength that seemed effortless, he turned them, pressing her back to the wall, opening her thighs even further. “Hold on,” he murmured hoarsely in her ear. “Hold onto me. Yeah, like that.” And he began a series of bone-melting strokes—slow, lengthy withdrawals and returns that she wanted to last forever and ever. But she had her limits, and Cooper was one of them. Within a few moments she began to fall apart at the seams.#p#分页标题#e#
He thrust a little higher, a little harder, his hands keeping her right where he wanted her. Pinned, she could do nothing but hold on for dear life, panting, blinking away the water, the steam. Nothing about any of this with him made any sense, not the depth of her wanting of him, or how it was that she hadn’t gotten enough of him.
That maybe she never would.
But she didn’t want it to stop.