“I’d be happier if you’d keep the equipment and still spend every minute with me. That way I’d know you were hanging out with me because you wanted to and not because you had to.”
He pressed his lips to hers again, and she savored every moment as his tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with hers, and his arm crushed her body to his. His kiss was exploratory, playing over her teeth, tracing the outline of her lips, then dipping inside again. Her nipples tightened and spirals of ecstasy seared through her. She fought to hold on to what little rational thought she had left as she backed against the open door, returning his kiss with a hunger she didn’t know she possessed. They stumbled into the room, and he must have set the camera down, because his hands were on her waist, holding her close, his thumbs stroking over her hip bones in a hypnotic pattern as his mouth blazed south. He kissed her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin as his breath whispered against it.
“We should talk,” he rasped. “We need to talk.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue stroked along the swell of her breast.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“I can’t stop kissing you.” He captured her mouth in a demanding kiss that sent rivers of heat through her veins and brought her up on her toes as she tried to get closer to him.
“Don’t stop.” She tugged at his shirt, searching for skin, and when her hands found his heated flesh, her breath left her lungs in a rush. “I never had a chance of resisting you,” she said as she pushed his shirt over his pecs and pressed her lips to his chest. “You’re so damn hot.”
He pulled back abruptly, his eyes dark and narrow. “You like me because I’m hot?” The edge of his mouth tipped up in a devilish grin. “I’m more than a piece of meat.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” She pulled at the button on his jeans.
He gripped her wrist and held it tight. “Cici, you do that, talking goes out the window.”
She lowered her hand and stroked over his erection, then flicked his lower lip with her tongue and said, “You mean you’d rather have my mouth talking than…”
“Fuck, Ceese. What do you think?” He still held her wrist in one hand. With the other he clutched her ass and pressed her body to his. “I can’t even believe I’m going to say this, but what I want more than to see your lips stretched around my cock is to know that we’ve talked through everything and your heart belongs to me again. I need to know you trust me.”
Her insides tumbled, making it hard to find her voice. “Cooper.” His name came out as a ragged whisper. “That’s so…” Romantic. Hot. Ohmygod. She pressed her lips to his, unable to find the right words to express how much what he’d said meant to her.
“I don’t want to mess this up again,” he said between kisses. “After four years of living in the dark, my eyes are wide open. I want to give you all that you deserve. The truth. Answers. Whatever you want and whatever you need.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. “You have no idea how you affect me. Even back then, everything you said felt like it came from the depths of your soul. If I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be in my room with your hand on my ass.” She wrenched her wrist from his grip and palmed his erection. “Let me love you like you loved me, and then, when four years of pent-up desire is spent, we can talk.”
He grabbed her cheeks and crashed his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss that stole the last of her control. She tore her lips away and yanked at his jeans, tugging them down his powerful thighs. He had a body built for a fight—hard and broad—and a cock made for loving—rigid and thick. With what she hoped was a seductive smile, she pushed at his chest, and he stumbled backward, landing on the bed with a laugh. She tugged off his shoes, keeping her eyes on his, then stripped his jeans and briefs off and tossed them away.
“Shirt off,” she commanded.
With one strong arm, he pulled his shirt over his head. He reached for her, and she shook her head. She was still fully clothed, and she loved having him at her mercy. Then again, she remembered just how much he’d enjoyed this particular game, too.
She turned off the lights, not quite ready to expose her beloved, hard-earned stretch marks. Moonlight streaked through the dark room. She turned on the radio, already feeling naked beneath his hungry gaze. She swayed her hips to the music as she stripped off her shirt and shimmied out of her jeans, which left her in black lace panties and bra.
“Come here, sweetheart.”