“You’re killing me, baby,” he panted. “I just want to bury myself inside of you and forget the rest of the world for a while.”
If he was asking for her permission, she gave it by sliding her hands down his ribcage and cupping his ass, squeezing hard.
“Oh, God,” he groaned. “I’ve been dreaming about this for two weeks.”
“I have too,” she admitted, even if it made her an idiot to do so. They were supposed to be broken up, but right now she flipping did not care.
“Good.” With a slow, satisfied smile, he pushed her shirt upward until he could see her lacy bra. He grinned, obviously liking what he saw. It was her sexiest bra, and she’d put it on today for reasons she refused to admit to herself.
“You like?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“I bet the drool was your first clue.” He chuckled. “You wore this for me.”
“Maybe.” She refused to admit the truth because it gave him power, and Izzy was all about power and keeping it, even though there were times like this one when she couldn’t remember why it mattered.
Cooper pushed her bra upward and feasted on her breasts, kissing and licking, even nipping at them until Izzy cried and writhed beneath him. The man was a master at knowing her body and just the right way to drive her to sexual insanity.
Two could play that game. She unzipped his dress pants and pushed them down. His erection bulged against his underwear. She cupped his balls in her hand through his briefs.
“Izzy, I—”
“You want to be inside me. Now.”
“How did you know?”
“I know you, and I want the same thing.”
Cooper didn’t wait for a second invitation; he shucked his clothes and the rest of hers in world-record time. He positioned himself between her legs and smiled down at her, like a kid who’d just opened the best Christmas present ever. His cock tickled her opening, and Izzy bit her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out.
Cooper’s intense blue eyes held hers captive, along with her heart.
“Cooper,” she gasped.
“Honey, I need you so badly. I swear I need you like I need breathing,” he said.
She couldn’t deny she felt the same way so she kept her mouth shut.
Just as Cooper was about to slide into her warm, happily willing body, he groaned and withdrew.
“Cooper,” she whined pathetically.
“I need a condom,” he said, sounding as if he were in physical pain.
“No, you don’t.” She tried to stop the slow smile from giving her away.
He stared down at her, open-mouthed. “I don’t?”
“I’m on birth control.”
“Birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me this? Damn, honey, you have to know that I would love nothing better that feel us skin to skin with nothing between us, to empty myself into you. Do you have any idea how much that turns me on?”
“I was saving it. My little gift to you. Then we—well, it was over, and I never got the chance.”
“But you’re giving it to me now?”
“Yes, I am.” Because it might be their last time? She didn’t know. What she did know was that she might not be strong enough to make this their last time.
“I love you.” He looked at her with such love on his face, the realization that no man could ever love her like him struck her hard in the chest.
“I love you, too, Coop,” she said, meaning every word.
He slid inside her with a happy groan and began to take her to heaven and all places in between. When he came inside her, and she could feel his seed filling her, she came, too, with an orgasm so powerful it scared the crap out of her.
Cooper rolled onto his side and hugged her close to him, not speaking until his breathing returned to normal and so did hers.
“Where do we go from here?” he whispered in her ear.
“Your bedroom before Riley finds us like this,” Izzy quipped, knowing full well that wasn’t the answer he wanted.
“Izz, you should be punished for toying with me like that.” He grinned as if the thought of punishing her really appealed to him. It should, because it appealed to her.
“Is that a promise?” she teased while running a finger along his jaw.
“Oh, yeah. So answer my question, naughty girl.”
Izzy blew out a breath. “We take it one day at a time.”
“Been there before.”
“Yes, we have, but we have unresolved issues that we may not be able to resolve.” Such as his hatred of Seattle, her refusal to leave her hometown and her family, and his stance on Riley. Especially Riley.
“Yeah, I know,” he said grimly. He held her that much tighter, as if he couldn’t let her go.
But the day might come that he would have to let her go, but Izzy didn’t want to think about it.
She loved that damn man and believed if they were truly meant to be, they’d find a way to work it out. She loved him too much not to try.
Chapter 20—Gut Feelings
Cooper couldn’t shake that dark, niggling feeling something bad was going to happen. This deep sense of foreboding lodged in his gut, and he couldn’t get beyond it. It’d hung over him all morning like the stormy gray clouds on Seattle’s horizon.
He called Izzy that morning, making up a stupid reason just to hear her voice, not that he needed one. She’d spent the night with her sisters, and God, he missed her. Missing her probably explained the dread coursing through him like some crazy-assed premonition. Cooper didn’t believe in that BS, except on the ice. When he was in the zone, he could see where the puck was going before he hit it with his stick. He could feel a defenseman bearing down before he saw him. He knew when a shot was going in before it left his stick.