He slid back inside, biting his lower lip as he pushed deeper. She surrounded him, enveloped him, completely took over his senses. He kissed her mouth, and she tangled her fingers in his hair. Her heels dug into the small of his back. Her nipples rubbed across his pecs.
She was fucking hot. Third-degree burn hot. And he didn’t care if those burns left scars on his heart forever because he was that far gone. He squeezed his eyes shut and locked his jaw, attempting to maintain control while this writhing, panting little hussy underneath him did everything she could to rip his tightly maintained control from his grasp.
That control faltered like a car slipping a gear, and he shoved himself deep inside her. Panting for oxygen, he pressed his face against her neck. His dick twitched with anticipation of the main event, while the opening act of being buried deep inside her pussy just about ended the show. He couldn’t lose control now, not without leaving her sated first. No, he absolutely could not.
With more effort and control than he’d ever expended on the ice—and that was saying a lot—he withdrew partially from her.
“Oh, Cooper. Baby, deeper. Deeper,” she begged, and he did love a woman who begged.
His control slipped a couple notches, and he slammed into her, lifting her hips off the bed. She arched into him, taking all of him, her body pleading for more.
Damn. What a woman.
Izzy bit down on his shoulder, and the last of his steely control melted to red hot metal.
His mouth found hers as he withdrew and rammed into her again. She didn’t flinch, didn’t back off, but gave it right back to him, meeting his deep thrusts with her own brand of wild need. Harder and harder he thrust as she moved with him in perfect harmony. Her walls tightened around him, pulsing with life and giving him life. His cock jerked once, twice, a third time, and he was crying out her name over and over. He heard his name on her lips as she came beneath him.
Cooper detonated into millions of pieces never to be put back together into the same man he was before her.
She’d destroyed him—in the very best way possible.
The moment of truth had come.
Izzy lay with her head on Cooper’s chest listening to his easy breathing and wondering if he was awake or asleep.
After a night of epic sex with an athletic man in the best shape of his life, Izzy could barely move, not even her little finger. He’d taken her so many times she’d lost count. Four? Five?
Her body ached in a good way. She touched her swollen lips and smiled, remembering his passionate kisses and the sweet words he’d murmured against her mouth or in her ear.
“Cooper,” she whispered, not wanting to wake him on the off chance he might be sleeping, since they’d done very little sleeping until the sun had peeked through the dark gray clouds.
“Yeah?” A slow sexy smile crossed his face but he didn’t open his eyes. His big hands rubbed her back and slid downward to cup her bare ass in his hands. “You have such an amazing ass.”
“So do you.” She cleared her throat, hating to ruin the moment, but it had to be said. “Cooper, I—”
“Oh, crap, let’s not go there. No morning-after guilt. No expectations. Just you. Me. Good company. Good sex. And the promise of more in the future.” He opened his eyes to watch her. Putting a hand under her chin, he lifted her face to his and gave her a tender kiss, a kiss that promised so much more than sex.
She slapped those stupid emotions down and reminded herself not to ruin a good thing by making more out of it than it was.
“Thanks for that, but this is about Riley.”
“Damn,” he muttered, the mood gone. He rolled to the side of the bed and rubbed his eyes. “What did the little shit do now?”
“He’s not a little shit. He’s a scared, insecure boy who could use your compassion.” Her feathers were ruffled, and she resisted the urge to smack some sense into Cooper because he’d like it too much.
“Izz, for his sake, I can’t let him get attached. It’ll give him false hope. This is a temporary situation. I failed his mother, and I’ll fail him if he starts counting on me.” He almost sounded sad, even regretful. “So what’s so important?”
Izzy closed her eyes for a moment and rallied her courage. She lifted her head to find him studying her with that inscrutable expression he used when he was guarding his heart. “There’s no easy way to say this. My aunt quit on Saturday night. I’ve been staying here with Riley ever since.” She braced herself for the storm, knowing it’d hit any moment.
“God fucking dammit. I knew he was giving her a hard time. I told her to let me know, and I’d take care of it.” Cooper raked his hands down his face and sighed. He muttered something she couldn’t hear and was glad she didn’t.
“I don’t know what finally happened, but it wasn’t all his fault. She wanted a part-time job. You had her working twenty-four-seven.”
“I did not. Only when I was on this road trip. Prior to that, I sent her home as soon as I got here.”
“Cooper. She’s retired. She wants to travel with her husband. This wasn’t what she signed up for.”
“I pay her handsomely.” He watched her from his perch on the side of the bed, his gaze hooded, his expression unreadable. Cooper the formidable was back.
“That’s your solution to everything. Throw money at it. Guess what, Mr. Star Hockey Player, money doesn’t fix everything. In fact, I’m not sure it fixes anything.” Izzy fought to control her temper as she wrapped a sheet around her and got out of his big bed.
“I’m doing the best I can. I’m hardly father material. Hell, I’m not even uncle material.” His gaze met hers, and she read a glimmer of defeat in those blue eyes. Cooper heaved a heavy sigh, as if the burden of the world rested on his broad shoulders.
“I know you’re trying, but you could pay a little more attention to him. Show him some compassion. He’s lost his mother. No one knows if she’s dead or alive. In his mind, she’s all he has. Being alone at such a young age has to be devastating.”