Defensive Daddy

My mouth found hers, and our tongues were caught in a frenzy before she pulled herself away and began to lower herself to her knees, kissing down my chest to the waistband of my jeans, lighting a trail of fire against my skin as she went. Her fingers fumbled with the button of my jeans and the zipper.

As badly as I wanted her lips around my length, I couldn’t let her do it. I wanted to please her, I needed to please her. I wanted to prove to her that she was the only woman on my mind, no one else.

“No.” I growled as I laced my fingers in her auburn hair. I tugged gently, but the movement still caused a gasp to emit from her lips. I tilted her head back by her hair, forcing her to look up at me.

“But I want?

??” She began to plead, but I cut her off.

“I said no.” I lifted her up and stood her back on her feet, disappointment filling her eyes.

Without hesitation, I tore her pants from her body and picked her up by her hips. She laced her legs around my waist and I could feel the heat emanating from her core. I sat her down on the bed, towering over her. The desire in her eyes burned brightly, hotly. My fingertip teased the strap of her bra and plucked it from her shoulder, then I traced her collarbone and down her breast, up over her other breast, across her collarbone, and pulled down her other strap. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, baring her full breasts before me.

It took everything in me to keep my gaze focused on her eyes. I leaned my head down and our lips crashed together once more. She nipped at my bottom lip and a groan escaped my throat.

This time, I pulled away. With my right palm placed in the middle of her chest, I gently pushed her back onto the bed and let my hand travel down her torso. With both hands, I gripped her panties and tugged them from her hips, sliding the lacy fabric down her legs. Her wetness glistened in the dim light of the room and my appetite for her grew to unbearable strength.

My mouth was watering as I lowered myself between her legs. Planting kiss after kiss on her inner thigh, slowly making my way to her warm center, I savored every inch of her sweet skin. My tongue finally reached its destination, and her legs twitched the moment my mouth met her sensitive nub. Flicking my tongue, kissing and nibbling at her sweet folds until her thighs clenched tightly and she cried out as she found her release against my mouth.

Her legs relaxed. I stood and removed my jeans and boxers, kicking them away from me. I kneeled on the bed and towered over her, my forearms on either side of her shoulders. Her fingertips traced up my arms and she suddenly squeezed them as my erection pressed into the warmth between her legs.

I thrust into her, and a deep moan of pleasure broke free from her throat. She gripped my arms, clawing at me blindly with her fingernails. Thrust after thrust, she wriggled beneath me in satisfaction as her slick channel clenched around my cock.

An animalistic growl fell from my lips as I thrust harder, in and out. I palmed her breast, pinching her pert nipple between my finger and thumb. She moaned, arching her back as I pushed deeper inside her wetness.

I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. My hands gripped her hips hard enough that she let out a whimper, and I paused, afraid I might have hurt her. But, with the rolling of her hips, and her grinding herself desperately against my cock, I knew she wanted more. Needed more.

Gripping her tighter again, I lifted her hips up further, meeting each thrust, getting as deep as physically possible. I pulled her up and down along my erection, over and over, and she met every aching thrust with just as much desperate desire.

As my release built within my body, I could no longer hold it at bay. I emptied myself deep within her, letting out a guttural moan in unison with her own orgasm that bounced off the bedroom walls.

Still connected to one another and completely out of breath, I lowered myself onto her and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. Her breasts rested against my chest, and I brushed the hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear as the smile she wore grew wider.

“Jesus, that was amazing,” she whispered.

“We really outdid ourselves that time.” I laughed softly.

She brought her head down to my shoulder and gently pressed her lips to it as though she could heal its injury with her love. “Round two?” She bit down mischievously on her bottom lip.

Not only have I awakened the beast within her, I seem to have met my match.

CHAPTER NINE

SAMANTHA

It probably wasn’t the most romantic pillow talk after making love to each other, but in the muted shades of gray that shadowed the bedroom, surrounded by the quiet stillness of the evening, Cooper explained everything he could possibly think of that he felt might need explaining. From the beginning, starting with how surprised he’d been to see Zoey standing on his doorstep.

“She doesn’t have a key,” he promised me. “But the superintendent knows her, so he probably let her in, believing whatever lame excuse she gave him.”

“You don’t have to tell me all of this,” I whispered, my fingers tracing small circles along the smooth contours of his chest.

“I want to. If only because I never want to give you a reason not to trust me again.”

Each word only made me feel worse for being so angry with him in the first place. Hell, I’d slapped him. “I should’ve trusted you, I know that.” I tilted my head so I could see beyond the hint of scruff on his jaw to his dark blue, sincere eyes that stared into mine. “I’m not making excuses, I swear. But it was hard for me, seeing the resemblance between her and I, Cooper. And it’s really hard to put your heart in someone’s hands after its been so broken and bruised by someone else.”

“If there’s a resemblance between you and Zoey, I don’t see it, Samantha. I can guaran-fucking-tee you of that. There isn’t anyone on this planet that can compare to you.” He leaned forward to kiss my nose, a gesture which eased the tension in my shoulders substantially—which was good, because two rounds of sexual escapades with Samantha had left my shoulder aching dully from the overexertion. “As for how hard it is to trust after being betrayed by someone, you’re preaching to the choir, pretty lady.” Cooper’s hand came up to cup my face in his palm.

“I know you’ve been through your own personal hell with Zoey, and I’d never minimize that. I guess you’re just dealing with it better than I am.”