Black spots dot my vision because I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect. It’s tighter than my fist and so goddamn wet. I kiss her neck and across her chest and then her lips. I look into her eyes and hold her face, and all I do is hold her without moving.
Something passes between us, and even though I know it’s her first time, it feels like the beginning for both of us. Maybe this is where our story was meant to start, and from here on out it’s the two of us forever.
God, I want to tell her I love her, but I don’t want to scare her. Before this I’d convinced myself I couldn’t have her because she didn’t want me, or this town, or my life, but here with her feels like forever. Why would I fight this?
I open my mouth to confess all my feelings, but when she raises her hips and clenches around me, it steals the air from my lungs.
“Move, Cooper, before I die,” she begs, and I’m a slave to her command.
Chapter Eight
Juno
I moan and stretch out on the bed as I feel every muscle in my body ache. Every part of me has a sweet soreness that’s nothing like the time Lux made us try out for the cheerleading squad. We practiced all weekend and then her ass changed her mind. Needless to say I was too tired to throttle her but glad she backed out. My body hurt for a week after that, and I didn’t have anything to show for it.
Waking up and feeling the imprint of where Cooper loved my body is something I’m ready to sign up for. I had no clue sex could be that intense, but when it comes to me, everything about him is over the top.
As I slowly open my eyes I try and remember the number of times Cooper made love to me last night. If he’s trying to make up for lost time he’s doing a damn good job at it. He’d been insatiable, but I do remember the last round of sex was when the sun was starting to peek in through the windows. Now the room is flooded with light, and I have no concept of time.
I roll over to my side and see that Cooper isn't in the bed with me. He is, however, sitting in a chair close by staring at me. His gaze is unreadable, but honestly I never know what that man is going to say or do. One day that possibility could be exciting, but right now it’s a little scary.
“Are you watching me sleep?” I ask, resting my head on my hand. The sheet that’s wrapped around me moves down, exposing my breasts to him.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Juno?” He leans forward in the chair, and his elbows go to his knees.
“I’m a late-night eater. Sometimes I wake up in bed, and there are cookie crumbs everywhere and I don’t remember even getting them.” His lips twitch for a moment, but his ghost of a smile drops away quickly, and he goes back to grumpy.
I watch as he holds up my phone, and I can see the screen is unlocked.
“What kind of cop shit did you do to unlock my phone?”
“I put your finger on it.” His tone is hard, and there’s no apology in it. Aren’t men supposed to be happy when they get laid?
“Sorry to tell you there aren't any naked selfies in there. But if you like pictures of kittens or of my art, you’ve hit the motherload.”
“Knock it off,” he snaps and then stands suddenly.
If I didn't know better I might actually be scared of Cooper. Instead I roll my eyes and sit up on the side of the bed. He walks over toward me, and I reach out, resting my hands on his hard stomach. He’s built like one of those football players he and Luca yell at on TV. He’s giant compared to my small frame, but at my touch he relaxes a little.
“You have got to start using your words, big guy.”
“Wes Holland ring any bells?”
“He pierced my nose.” I try to wiggle it, but Cooper’s not finding me very cute at the moment. Even as aggravated as he is, his eyes keep dropping to my breasts, and there is no missing that he’s hard in his sweatpants.
“The date,” he grits out.
Crap, it totally slipped my mind that I’d agreed to it in the heat of the moment.
“Ah shit,” I huff, falling back onto the bed. “I forgot about that.” Gosh darn it. I never should have said I would go out with him. There is no spark or anything with Wes, and I would only be leading him on.
“Why would you even agree to go on a date with him?”