I want to be upset, but when he looks at me with those cute puppy dog eyes begging me to understand, I don’t have the heart to hurt him. I know his heart is in the right place and he genuinely cares about our safety.
I take his hand in mine, bringing it up to my lips, and kiss his knuckles. “Thank you, Coop. This was very sweet of you. I love the car and I love you.”
I think I just put him in shock. He was obviously gearing up for a fight, because he doesn’t even know how to respond.
“Well, good. I’m glad you like it. I love you, too.”
He gives me directions to where we’re going and we end up at the Venetian hotel on the strip. We pull up and valet park. Is it weird that I totally don’t want to hand over my new baby to this stranger? Cooper sees my reluctance and whispers, “It’s insured.” Whatever.
We enjoy a great Mexican dinner at the restaurant and then we stroll over to one of the bakeries and share my favorite dessert, Crème brûlée. When we’re both stuffed, we make our way to the counter where Cooper checks us into a room.
“You didn’t have to do this. We could have gone home. Bella is at Kayla’s you know.”
“Please don’t argue about this, baby girl. I’m leaving for four days and I want to give my woman a romantic night away from the house.” How can I argue with that?
Once we’re in the room, the door barely shuts before he’s on me. He pushes me against the wall and begins to kiss me. God, I will never get tired of how remarkable this man can kiss. His hand lifts my chin and then his mouth is on me. He sucks lightly on my bottom lip and then on my top, asking for access. I open up for him and his tongue swirls in my mouth, his kisses feeling like the most potent drug. I honestly think it’s possible to get high off Cooper’s touch.
He moves his body closer, if that’s even possible, and within seconds I’m shamelessly writhing against him, begging for him. He grinds his erection into me, and I moan loudly into his mouth. The need gets stronger, and suddenly we’re all mouths and teeth and hands, and it’s just too much.
I pull his shirt up and he yanks it off the rest of the way. He pulls down my dress and I kick it off. His hands grip my panties and I feel him rip them off me. I grab his belt to unbuckle it and his jeans fall to his feet, exposing his incredible erection.
The growing need for each other exceeds our ability to make it to the bed. I wrap my leg around his waist and he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around either side of him. Once he has me steady, he thrusts his hard cock up into me. There’s no foreplay. There’s no need. I’m wet, he’s hard, and I need this man more than air.
My back hits the wall hard as he continues to pump into me. I lower my head to kiss and suck on the side of his neck and he tastes delectable, better than any dessert.
He hits deep inside me over and over again, the pleasure inside me increasing with every thrust. “Fucking hell, Coop. Right there. Don’t stop,” I pant. My pussy is clenching tight and I know I’m getting close.
A few more thrusts and I’m flying high, my orgasm exploding around his cock. Cooper picks up the pace and with a grunt he comes inside me. As he comes to a stop, both of us breathing heavy, he looks at me, beaming, and I melt inside. This man is my entire world.
We shower together and then get into bed with him spooning me from behind. He plays with my hair for a few minutes, combing it with his fingers, then stops. I think he’s asleep until he lets out a heavy sigh. “I hate leaving you guys tomorrow.”
“Cooper, it’s going to be fine.”
“I hope so, baby girl. I hope so.” A few minutes later, I hear his soft snores, but I can’t sleep. I just don’t understand why he’s so worried about leaving us. I have a feeling this all stems back to his parents, with his dad being away often and his mom cheating. At some point, he’s going to have to believe in us, that we’re not his parents and we aren’t going to go down the road they did. I guess all I can do until he does, is believe in us enough for the both of us.
Thirty-One
Cooper
I wake up in the middle of the night to feel Liz’s body rubbing up against mine as she moves a bit in her sleep. I don’t know why it is, but I have this incessant need to show her she’s mine and ruin her for any other man. No, that’s a lie, I know why it is. I have it in my head that if I ruin her for other men, she’ll never leave me. My goal is to leave her with her feeling me between her legs for the next four days, so she won’t forget about me and seek comfort elsewhere.