Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
His hands are braced on either side of me, gripping the counter. “I don’t know that I have the words, but it’s sexy as fuck. To see you in nothing but my shirt, my last name scrawled across your back.” His eyes are heated as he stares at me.
“You’ve seen me like this before.” I squirm on the counter to quell the ache that’s burning inside me for him.
“I know,” he says, his voice gruff with need. “Every fucking time I had to stalk off and take a cold shower. This is the first time since you’ve been mine that I’ve seen you in it.”
“I’m not yours,” I whisper the words but with zero sincerity.
“You are mine.” He leans in closer, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. His lips trail across my cheek and down my neck.
My body has a mind of its own, and my neck tilts to the left, giving him better access. I should be ashamed, but the feel of his lips and his hot breath against my skin is more than I can resist.
His hands grip my hips as he pulls me to the edge of the counter. His hard length hitting right where I want him. “Coop.” I moan his name as the memories of what it felt like to have him inside me flash in my mind. My legs wrap around his waist as I try to get him closer. His cock is nestled between my thighs with nothing but his shorts and my panties separating us. I’m ready to throw caution to the wind and beg him to take me to bed when the shrill ringing of his cell phone interrupts us.
“Let it ring,” he mumbles, his lips trailing back up my neck. “Nothing is more important than this,” he whispers, his hot breath ghosting across my ear.
His phone stops ringing, and mine starts from where I left it in the entryway. “Coop,” I say, dropping my legs from his waist. “It might be important.”
“You’re important,” he says, kissing the corner of my mouth before pulling away. Reaching out, he grabs his phone. “It was my mom.” There’s a worried expression on his face when he taps the screen to call her back. He’s still standing between my legs. He has one arm wrapped around me, while the other holds the phone that he puts on speaker so I can hear.
“Hello, my son,” Ann greets cheerily.
“What’s up?”
“Oh, I was just calling Reese since I couldn’t get a hold of you,” she says. Cooper looks at me and rolls his eyes.
“Is everything okay?”
“Of course, why do you ask?”
He looks at me and shakes his head. “What’s up?”
“Oh, I wanted to see what you and Reese are doing for Memorial Day weekend?”
“We haven’t talked about it.”
“Well, we’re having a barbecue. You two should come home.”
He looks at me, and I shrug and nod. “Sure, we’ll be there.”
“Oh, good. I’ll call Eve and let her know you’re coming. Will the two of you be staying here or at their place?” she asks.
“Mom, I told you. We’re taking it slow.”
“Right. Of course, we’ll both have the beds made up just in case. Tell Reese I said hello. We can’t wait to see you,” she says and ends the call.
“Told you it wasn’t important.”
“You did, but what if it would have been?” I counter.
He leans in and kisses my neck just as my belly growls. He chuckles and pulls back. “Grab us a couple of beers, and I’ll heat up our plates.” This time his lips land on my forehead before he grips my hips and lifts me from the counter. My legs are weak as I walk to the fridge and pull out two bottles of water. Tonight proves I have no willpower when it comes to him. We don’t need alcohol to cloud our judgment. If he’s on his best behavior, it’s difficult, but I seem to manage just fine. However, when he’s like he was tonight, my power to resist him is nonexistent.
Chapter 13
Cooper
“Are you ready for this?” I ask Reese as we hit the city limit sign for the town we grew up in.
“I’m not sure.” She chuckles. “I know we’ve told them that we’re taking this slow, but our mothers don’t seem to understand that concept.”
“It wouldn’t surprise me if they have our wedding all planned out.” I laugh.
“Really?” she asks, glancing over at me. “You’re okay with that?”
“Sure. I mean, it doesn’t bother me. We’ll do it our way regardless of what they want. Let them have their fun.” I keep my eyes on the road, but I can feel her stare.
“Cooper, you do realize we’re talking about marriage, right?” she questions.
“Not just marriage, baby. Marriage to you.” I reach over and link my fingers with hers. She doesn’t pull away, not that I expected her to. I’ve been pushing the limits since that night in the kitchen. She’s yet to stop me or push me away. I’m slowly wearing her down. I’m taking note of every one of my small victories.