His thighs trembled and he collapsed against the shower wall, inviting the cold tile against his back. Maybe it would help him keep his head. But then she moaned and took him in even deeper. Without giving her a warning, he picked her up and set her on her feet, leaving about a foot between them.
When she took a step toward him, her eyes on his cock, he held a hand out. “No. I’m not coming in your mouth, damn it. When I come, I’ll be buried so deep in your pu**y that you’ll forget what it feels like to not have me inside of you.”
She bit down on that lusciously swollen bottom lip of hers. “God, yes.”
“And you’ll be screaming that, too.” He spun her around, his hands roaming over her full br**sts, and then he pressed her forward against the cool tile wall. Just like she’d done to him. “Now it’s my turn to play, sweetheart.”
He slapped her ass lightly, then nibbled on her neck. She cried out and squeezed her legs together. “Oh my God.”
He slapped her ass again, then spun her around to face him. Next, he framed her face with his hands and kissed her, devouring her mouth hungrily. She gripped his forearms as she returned his kiss.
Her tongue danced with his and a soft cry escaped her. He grabbed the washcloth she’d used earlier and slid it over her shoulder, slow and gentle. He squeezed her ni**les through the fabric, tugging on them until she whimpered. Then he ripped his lips from hers and washed her stomach, his fingers dipping close to her clit, but not touching her. She needed to wait for that a little while longer after those tricks she’d played earlier.
Payback was a bitch.
He nibbled on her neck and ran the washcloth over her wet curls, then traced the curve of her ass. Man, he loved that ass of hers.
“Now,” she demanded, lifting her leg so he could wash it. “Please.”
He washed her inner thigh, slowly inching up to her pu**y. Dropping her leg, he lifted her other one. “Not yet.”
Lowering his head, he closed his mouth around her nipple and scraped his teeth against it. She cradled the back of his head, pulling him closer. He dropped to his knees and nibbled at her hip, dipping the washcloth between her legs. Loving the way she looked from down here, all soapy wet and glistening.
He saw her knees tremble and she spread her legs more. Every touch, every caress, sent her closer to the edge—he knew it.
He rubbed his thumb against her clit, massaging her in slow circles, and her knees gave out. He saved her from hitting the floor with his free arm, supporting her weight since she couldn’t at the moment. When she regained her footing, he stood and rinsed her off, then slammed his fist down on the shower knob, shutting off the water.
He picked her up and deposited her in front of the sink—and the mirror. Reaching past her, he grabbed a condom off the counter and rolled it on, his gaze locked with hers. “I’m going to f**k you, and I want you to watch the whole time.”
She bit down hard on her lip and whimpered. She tried to hide it, but he heard it.
“But first…” He dropped to his knees in front of her and licked her, closing his eyes as he did. Her pu**y tasted so f**king sweet. He gripped her hips and swirled his tongue against her clit, pressing deeper. Harder. She let out a cry, her hands digging into his scalp.
He lifted her hips a little more and increased the pressure with each swirl of his tongue, and then she went still, one word bursting out of her lips like a prayer. “Cooper.”
She wasn’t allowed to crash. She needed to keep soaring.
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 br**sts, his thumb tweaking her ni**les, 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 pu**y 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 c**k jerked as he came. He buried his face in her neck, his arms tight around her. The pleasure shattered him into a million f**king 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?”