“I can’t get enough of you.” One of his hands yanked her shirt over her head. He held her easily. Sometimes, she forgot just how strong he was. He lifted her a few more inches, and his mouth pressed to the curve of her breast, right above the lace of her bra. “Your scent drives me crazy.”
He was driving her crazy. It hadn’t been like this before. With Lane, the passion had been slow to build. She’d been hesitant, unsure.
There was no room for uncertainty with Cooper. He swept her up into a storm of need. Pleasure already pulsed through her. She wanted him naked. Wanted to wrap her body around him and hold on as tight as she could.
He’d gotten rid of her bra. Those fast fingers of his. His mouth closed around one breast, and desire pierced through her. She curled her legs around his hips.
She hated not being able to touch his skin, so Gabrielle yanked up his shirt.
He helped her toss it across the room. Heat radiated off him. Those hard, rippling muscles. So much power. But he was always so careful with her. So very careful.
And he was making her wait. “Cooper...”
His hand was at the snap of her jeans. The snap popped free, and her zipper hissed down. Then his fingers were pushing inside the material. Pleasure wasn’t just close. He stroked her, caressing her sensitive folds. His fingers drove into her. Pleasure exploded within her at his touch. She jerked against him, caught off guard by the fast rush of her release.
“You’re so damned beautiful.” He carried her into the bedroom. The bed dipped beneath their weight. In moments, he’d finished stripping and their clothes were scattered across the floor.
He took care of the protection, then he came back toward her.
But this time, Gabrielle wanted her chance to explore him.
She p
ushed him back on the bed. Cooper hesitated, frowning at her.
She smiled at him, even as the desire rose once more. Bending forward, she put her knees on either side of Cooper’s body. Her mouth pressed to his throat. When he groaned, and his hands flew up to hold her hips, Gabrielle knew that she’d just found Cooper’s weak spot.
Her tongue licked over his skin. Then she slid down. She explored his chest. Those muscles that just begged to be—
Licked.
She kissed his scars. Gabrielle hated the pain that Cooper had suffered, and as she felt those scars with her fingers and lips, she realized just how close he truly had come to death.
What if he’d really died on that mission? What if I’d never met him?
Her eyes squeezed shut. She didn’t want to think of a world without him. He’d come to mean so much to her, so quickly.
She placed another kiss on his scar, on the one right above his hip. Her fingers slid down—
“Enough!” The word was growled. He tumbled her onto her back. Positioned himself between her legs. “Sweetheart, I can’t take any more.”
His fingers threaded through hers as he thrust into her.
She’d found release moments before, but the instant he drove into her, that wonderful friction from his body had her tensing.
Eagerly, she met him. Thrust for thrust. The need spiraled and built. The desire beat between them.
There were no more words. She didn’t have the breath to talk. Their lovemaking was fast and raw and consuming.
Her hips rose to meet him. Her heart raced.
When her release hit her, Gabrielle’s whole body tightened. The pleasure was so intense—rolling over her in endless waves.
Cooper kissed her. He shuddered against her then drove into her core once more.
A tear leaked from the corner of her eye. Nothing had been like that for her before.
Moments passed, and the only sound she heard was the ragged catch of their breaths.