I sigh and shake my head, feeling silly.
“I don’t know about your club business, and I’m not sure I want to, but that’s what I heard, so I decided to pass the word along just in case you’re involved.”
His jaw clenches and his eyes darken as he turns his gaze away from me toward the vast nothingness ahead. Coop stares off in this distance, and I can almost hear the gears grinding in his head.
“I should go.” I turn away, willing to give him some time alone to process what I shared with him, but Coop’s arm shoots out and grabs my wrist.
“No. Don’t.”
My breath catches at the heat and sincerity in his tone, and when I risk a look at his face, his lips pull into a smile. “Thanks for telling me.”
I sink into his chest, relief threatening to overwhelm me until his masculine scent, leather, and sandalwood, works its way down to my soul and settles my racing heart. “You’ll be careful?”
He nods, and his gaze connects with mine for a long, hot, tense moment. “I always am, sweetheart.”
He winks, and I melt into him a little bit more.
Sweetheart. Yeah, I can live with that.
“Good to know,” I shoot back, desperate to be sassy and sexy instead of a worried nag.
Coop holds my chin gently and tilts my face up toward his, a serious expression on his face. “Don’t worry about me, Kelsey. I can take care of myself.”
“I know. I’ve seen it for myself, but that doesn’t make me worry less about you. If anything, it makes me worry more.”
I know his job, his life is filled with danger, and it scares the shit out of me. But I can’t walk away from this man or his dangerous life. I want him too much for that.
Coop’s strong arms wrap around me, making me feel small and feminine, safe. His lips brush against my forehead, and I let out a slightly swoony sigh.
“You know what? I think I might like having a girl like you worry about me.”
I pull back and arch a brow at him. “A girl like me?”
“Yeah. Smart, classy. Sexy. Out of my league.”
My legs buckle at his words, so fucking sweet they melt my heart in a way I never thought possible. “Coop.”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.” I turn my face up to his, smiling like a teenage girl wrapped in the arms of her first crush.
When his lips lower to mine, gentle and intense, that feeling grows. As the heat swirls around us, blocking out the rest of the world, I know that this is more than a crush. It’s more than sex. And it’s scary as hell.
Only one thought distracts me from the fear. “More, Coop. I want more of you.” His mouth, perfect and capable, isn’t enough. Not right now, while I’m burning up with desire.
He tears his mouth from mine, eyes dark and wild, chest heaving. “Here?” The question comes out on a sexy growl that hits me straight in the clit.
“Here. Now.”
“Fuck, Kelsey.” He says, and our lips collide again, his big body pushing me backward until I hit a wall.
“That’s the idea,” I say with a smile. A cry escapes when one hand slides into my pants and finds my pussy wet and juicy, waiting for him.
“So wet,” he mumbles and slips one thick finger between my folds, swiping back and forth across my clit. I’m so turned on it won’t take much to get me off.
“Just for you, Coop. You make me so fucking wet.” My head falls back when that same thick finger invades my pussy, and I spread my legs.
“Turn around.”
I turn, palms pressed against the brick wall while his finger slowly fucks me until I’m wild with want. “Coop. Please.”
“Ah, fuck. What you do to me, woman.” In the next second, my pants are around my knees, and the cool ocean breeze makes me shiver. The sound of his belt buckle and then his zipper the only ones I hear aside from my racing heart. “Arch for me, babe.”
I smile at the endearment and arch like a fucking porn star. “Oh!” His cock slides deep in one long thrust, pausing there while I pulse around him. “Yes!”
“Fuck, babe. I love your tight pussy.”
“Show me,” I challenge and push back against him.
Coop’s finger plays my clit like a rockstar while his cock plunges deep, in and out, in and out, his other hand gripping my waist possessively.
I feel as if he’s claiming me, and I lean into that feeling, let it sink back into my skin along with the sweat that’s popping out with every deep thrust.
He lets out a low moan, and my hips buck at the sound. “Yes, Coop. Harder.”
“Kelsey.” His hips move faster, and his cock hits me deeper, in that spot that’s like the code to my orgasm. He taps it over and over again until my eyes roll in the back of my head.