He stood, spun her so she was bent forward sprawled across the sink, and then slammed inside of her. Their gazes locked in the mirror, her flushed cheeks and swollen lips nearly sending him over the edge. He cupped her breasts, his thumb tweaking her nipples, as he moved inside of her with a desperation he’d never felt before.
Fuck, she was hot.
He withdrew and thrust forward again, groaning when her pussy clenched down on him. She was coming, and he was right there with her. He reached around her and pressed his thumb against her clit, applying a light pressure, and drove home inside her.
“Oh my God,” she cried out.
His whole body gave way, and his cock jerked as he came. He buried his face in her neck, his arms tight around her. The pleasure shattered him into a million fucking pieces, and he collapsed against her back, making sure to put his weight on the sink instead of on her.
“Fuck.”
He held her tight, closing his eyes and resting his cheek against her back. He couldn’t help but realize that for the first time ever…
He didn’t want to let a woman go.
Chapter Ten
Later that afternoon, Kayla looked out the window of Cooper’s Escalade, tapping her fingers on the door. “When you meet my mom, make sure you’re charming. Like, full blast. If you do that, there’s an eighty-nine-point-nine percent chance that you’ll distract her from asking you too many questions. And she might just fall for this whole thing, too. Maybe.”
He laughed. “Is that so? That’s an awfully precise number.”
She shrugged. “I’m that good. And when you meet her, give her the dimples. They worked on me. Also, there’s a seventy-three percent chance that—”
“Sweetheart? You’re babbling again.”
Her cheeks heated. He was right. She was. “I’m sorry. I just want this to go as smoothly as possible.” She turned to him. “There’s a seventy-three percent chance that my dad will hate you.”
“You had to get that statistic out, didn’t you?”
“Oh my God, yes.”
He grinned and turned down the road that led to the restaurant where the rehearsal dinner was being held. “I think I can handle those odds. I’ll manage to win over your mom, which will win over your dad. So don’t worry.”
“I didn’t doubt you could do that,” she said dryly. “Your charm is legendary already.”
And they would need that charm in the face of her family’s pending wrath. They hadn’t made it to her parents’ house before the dinner party. As a matter of fact, they’d been running behind ever since he’d seduced her into another round of sex this morning.
And man, what a round it had been.
She hoped there would be a lot more of that after they got through this party and returned to the hotel.
It would be her reward for good behavior.
“Well…” He bent down to peer through the windshield toward the restaurant. “Let’s go over some more details real quick. When’s your birthday?”
“May third.” She looked back at him. “Yours?”
“December sixth.” He turned into the parking lot. “Are we into PDA?”
She hesitated. “Hand holding and soft kisses. No tongue.”
“Damn. I guess I’ll have to behave myself until later, then.”
“When we’re alone, all bets are off.” She skimmed her fingers over his thigh, creeping toward his cock but not touching him there. “But you already knew that.”
“I did,” he said, his voice a little raspy. “Are you allergic to anything?”
“Peanuts.”