Dragging her mouth from his, she gasped for breath. She could stay this way forever, yet as heavenly as it felt, she needed—wanted—more, needed him moving inside her, needed him claiming her in a way as old as mankind itself.
“Take me,” she whispered in his ear. Izzy squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on his neck, marking him, and begging him to let loose.
“Not yet.” He didn’t move. The bastard was toying with her, sacrificing himself to torment her fevered body. Two could play at that game. She’d make him lose control.
Izzy slid her hands up his chest, running her fingers through his chest hair. She rubbed his nipples, eliciting a moan from deep in his throat. Taking each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers, she pinched them. Pinched them again. Hard. Cooper let out a sharp gasp. Izzy smiled against his neck and pulled on his nipples, twisting them.
“Oh, fucking hell.” Cooper roared and leaned back, grinding his dick hard into her. “You’re going to be sorry you did that.”
“Make me sorry, gorgeous. Let that caveman out and pound into me. Take. Me. Now. Don’t hold back.”
“I will.” His strained voice betrayed how hard this was for him, too, but he didn’t give in. When he still didn’t move, she wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned back against the cold tile of the pool deck, arching her back, and shoving hard against him.
“Awww, damn, honey. Damn.”
Her eyes half-lidded, she smiled her best sultry smile. “Come on, you know you want it.”
“Oh, yeah, I want it.” His gaze raked over her body as rain peppered her skin with droplets of water. He leaned over her, holding her chest against his. Their slick bodies slid easily against each other.
Slowly Cooper pulled out halfway and slid back inside her. She purred like a kitten and savored the luxury of this man’s extraordinary body training hers to crave only him. She didn’t care if he ruined her for any other man. Didn’t care if no one else would ever satisfy after she’d had her fill of Cooper.
How could she care? Tonight, her body belonged to him as much as it belonged to her, and there was no turning back. Not that she wanted to turn back or even take a slight step back. She gladly followed this path whether it led to paradise or an eventual dead end.
Cooper continued his slow assault on her pussy and her heart. With deliberate, forced patience, which took a toll on his body judging by how hard his arms and legs shook, he slid in and out of her. She didn’t want deliberate and controlled. She wanted wild, unrestrained sex, wanted him to be as crazy for her as he’d made her for him, needed proof that this man couldn’t do without her any more than she could do without him—it was her best kept secret, even from herself. Up until the moment Cooper’s cock filled her, she might have been able to turn back and salvage some measure of sanity.
Not now. Not ever again.
She pulled Cooper down on top of her, their tangled legs dangling in the warm pool, and mounted a frontal assault on his mouth by sucking his tongue then biting down gently.
“God fucking dammit,” he swore, his eyes stormy with swirling desire. She blinked up at him, squeezing his passion past his control point by gripping his ass and arching into him
“Give me the best you’ve got, hockey star,” she taunted him. His guttural growl didn’t sound quite human. The next thing she knew, he was slamming into her over and over, lifting her hips off the slippery tiles with each inward thrust.
Waves of pleasure cycled through her, signaling an imminent orgasm and making her forget her name, but she wasn’t about to forget his. She called it out over and over again. Just before passion exploded behind her eyes, Cooper dragged her into the water, still deep inside her and maneuvered her into deeper water. Her feet barely touched the pool bottom and made her body maneuverable and buoyant. He bounced her up and down on his submerged penis, their slippery bodies adding to the erotic feel of wet skin on wet skin.
She shuddered, and he drove harder, wringing every last drop of passion out of her until she flew into millions of tiny pinpoints of light, like a sun exploding with mighty force. He came right after her, spasming in the water as Izzy clung to his hard-muscled chest.
She’d just had the best debut sex with a man who took no prisoners. Or maybe she was wrong about that. Maybe he had taken her prisoner, leaving her with no hope of ever escaping his magnetic pull.
Cooper leaned against the side of the pool, holding Izzy tight, their bodies mirror images of each other as they sought to get their blood pressure and pulse rates under control.
Time seemed to stand still as they held each other. It could’ve been seconds or hours. Hell if she knew or cared. Izzy buried her face in his wet hair, smelling chlorine and Cooper. She’d never see a pool the same way. But then she’d never see Cooper the same way either.
“That was fucking awesome,” Cooper said breathlessly.
“It was.”
“I want us—”
“We will be doing this again. Trust me. Once will not do it for me.”
“Or me. You’re the perfect puck for my stick.” He grinned at her, and she laughed.
“Did you say puck or fuck?”
“Does it matter?” he asked.
Izzy shook her head, spraying droplets of water around them. “We’d better go. Betheni will be wondering what happened to us.”
Mutely, he nodded.
It wasn’t until they were somewhat dressed and driving the few blocks to his home that it hit her.
They’d left her lace panties floating in his neighbors’ pool.
Chapter 9—On Ice
Riley sprinted to the sidelines when he saw Izzy and Tanner standing near the edge of the field behind the home bench. They’d come to watch him play.
No one had ever bothered to watch him play sports. All the other kids had family at every game, but Riley had never had anyone. Now he had the quarterback for the Seattle Steelheads and Izzy. His teammates and coaches noticed? too, and Riley puffed up with pride.
He’d be big man on campus tomorrow.
Which should have made him feel really good about himself and his current situation.
And it did. Except—