Chapter 13 #2
He turned on the water, then he faced me. "Why'd you come over?"
"I needed this." I needed him. "But I wasn't sure you weren't going to throw me out."
He didn't answer me, but his eyes darkened with what I hoped was desire. "I wasn't expecting to see you on my porch."
"I didn't exactly plan for this. My brother said something, and—" I broke off, not sure I wanted to share it with him.
He tensed. "Which one?"
"Morgan."
He raised a brow. "Does he know?"
I shook my head. "He said Mom is trying to set me up with blind dates because I can't find a man for myself apparently. Not that I want to."
"He said that to me too." He tested the water and reached for my hand, pulling me under the stream.
Was he worried about me going out on dates? When I'd shown up on his doorstep, he hadn't seemed to be questioning anything, other than whether I really wanted a quickie.
"Is that what you want to do?" Cooper squirted shower gel onto his hand and then smoothed it over my body.
My skin was tingling from the attention. "What is that exactly?"
He paused the movement of his hands. "Go on blind dates."
"I do not want my mom setting me up on blind dates. There are so many things wrong with that statement." Was it my imagination, or had he relaxed though?
He continued moving his hands, making my nerve endings come alive. "I don't want to come between you and your family."
At least he hadn't said he didn't want to stop me from finding a man. "I'm fairly sure that what we're doing could be a problem."
His lips twitched. "Yeah, but they're never going to find out."
I let out a breath. "That means we can't be reckless."
He sobered. "You want to keep this to our homes? No more random hookups in public?"
My body heated at the memory of what we'd done all over town. "That would be smart but—"
He grinned. "You enjoyed it."
I rolled my eyes. "Of course I did."
He dropped to his knees, his hands gliding over my calves and up to my thighs. "I'm not ready to give this up yet."
His voice was quiet, and his gaze drifted up to meet mine.
My mouth was dry. "I'm not either."
"But if you want to go on dates with other men, tell me."
"I'm not interested in other men."
Something flashed in his eyes. Was it possessiveness? That was an odd reaction for someone who just wanted to hook up. But I was too scared to ask him what it meant.
"We have to keep it a secret—" His hands glided between my legs, making my breath hitch.
The fact that we had to keep it a secret only made me hotter.
"If your brothers find out, I could lose everything." His hand cupped my pussy, and he stood so close; I had to lift my gaze to meet his.
I swayed toward him, desperately wanting him to touch me, for his fingers to ease between my folds. I held onto his forearm to steady myself. "But—?"
"I don't want to stop." His jaw tightened. "And I don't share."
My lips parted at his words.
A finger eased between my folds, teasing my entrance.
"I don't share either." I had no interest in any other men. Not when he was so good with his hands and his dick. The one thing I hadn't experienced yet was his mouth. I wondered if that was too intimate for what we were doing.
"Good." Then his mouth crashed against mine, his finger pumped inside me, and I was completely under his control. He drove me higher, and I lost all sense of reason.
I forgot that I couldn't have sex with someone and not develop feelings. That this thing between us was spiraling out of control, that very soon it was going to be more than physical, and I was going to get hurt.
How often had I ever felt this way? As if I was in the middle of a free fall and the only one holding me up was Cooper? The one man who held my heart in his palm and could squeeze anytime he wanted to.
My thighs trembled, my muscles weak. He lifted me, pressing me against the cool tile, his cock slipping inside. It felt so good, so right.
He set me on fire, and I knew he was the only one who could put it out. So for now, I'd hold on tight and let him have his way with me.
That's when I realized we only had sex on desks and against walls. We'd never made it to a bed. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Would it feel more intimate if we were on a mattress?
"I never want to stop fucking you," he murmured against my skin.
His mouth was lethal, both what he could do with it and the words that came out of it.
I cried out his name, tugging at his hair as I shook from the aftershocks.
He thrust one more time and let go. When he set me on my feet, he used a washcloth to carefully clean me. My heart was doing funny things in my chest at the sight of him taking such good care of me.
What did this mean? It hurt to even think about the questions. I needed to keep this in a box. One that was just physical. We could have a good time. But anything else was unrealistic.
It was hard not to think about the possibilities though. If we were this good together physically, how would it be otherwise?
It was foolish to even consider the possibilities. I could do this. I could keep my heart in check. Then he turned me around and spread shampoo in the strands of my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp.
Cooper was dangerous. He made me want and feel things. Things I had no business feeling. We had an arrangement, one I was violating. The flutters in my stomach had turned to warmth in my heart.
I was getting in deeper with him, but I couldn't seem to slow this down.
He was so possessive, and I loved it. I wanted him to declare to everyone that I was his, that I wasn't to be with anyone else.
I'd never thought of myself as a woman who needed someone to be complete.
But was it nice, especially when I was being claimed by Cooper.
There was a desperate quality to what we were doing tonight. I was afraid of losing him. I wanted to hold him tighter. I wanted to create memories with him. They could only ever be in hiding. And he might freak out in the morning. So I needed to stuff everything into one night.
If Cooper realized he was catching feelings, he'd break things off. He was convinced my brothers wouldn't accept this thing between us, and maybe he was right. But I was more willing to consider the possibilities.