Page 89 of Broken Heart

Ultimately, it was the look in her eyes and the moans that escaped from her when I looked down to watch that had me resisting the urge, so she could take me where she wanted me to go.

Almost.

After Skye repeatedly took me in her mouth so far that I could feel myself going down the back of her throat, moaning as she did it, I felt myself getting close to that point of no return.

And that wasn’t an option without me having had the opportunity to take care of her first. So, I gave her—and myself—another minute or so to enjoy what she was doing before something primal took over.

I pulled my hips back, reached down under her arms, and lifted her as I spun her around and urged her back against the door. I kissed her mouth—long, hard, and wet—before I whispered against her lips, “I love your mouth, Skye.”

“Mmm.” She hummed against my lips. “You didn’t let me finish.”

“I need to see to you first, sweetheart,” I explained, my hand drifting down and slipping beneath the waistband of her cotton shorts. Keeping my palm flat against her skin, I instructed, “Spread your legs.”

Skye instantly complied, giving me the unhindered access to her pussy. My fingers slid down between her legs, and I groaned as I kissed her mouth again.

“Cooper,” she breathed.

“You’re wet,” I said against her lips, my fingers moving slowly between her legs. “You really love sucking my cock, don’t you?”

“I love it.”

I smiled against her lips and pulled my hand out from beneath her clothes before I took half a step back and yanked her shorts and panties down her legs. Wasting not another second, I dropped to my knees in front of her, hooked one of her thighs over my shoulder, and turned my head slightly to kiss her inner thigh.

Her body trembled, her standing leg buckling. I wrapped one hand around the back of that leg to hold her upright, then I swirled my tongue around her clit. She shivered as she gasped. “Cooper.”

Fuck, I loved the way she said my name when we were like this together.

Knowing she was loving it, wanting to build her up more than she already was, I got to work. I ate ravenously, licking and sucking, giving her everything I had to give while taking all that I could.

Skye’s hands came down to rest on the top of my head, her fingers threading through my hair and holding on, like she was afraid I would pull away too soon.

Never.

I couldn’t seem to ever have enough of her.

And now that she’d confessed that she loved me, there wasn’t a chance I was going to start denying her a single thing. I was going to give this woman everything for as long as she’d allow me.

The more I went at her, the more Skye moved her hips. I flicked my tongue mercilessly over her clit, loving the sound of her panting and whimpering.

When I knew she was nearly there, I pulled my mouth away and stood.

“No,” she cried out.

My lips twitched, and I pushed my clothes down my legs and stepped out of them and my shoes while simultaneously whipping her shirt over her head. Then I wrapped one arm around her waist while the other went to her ass. I lifted her in my arms and said, “Guide me in, Skye.”

She reached down between us, curled her fingers around my cock, and positioned me. With my eyes on hers, I surged forward, pinning her body between the door and mine. Her head dropped back, and my mouth went to her neck.

I kissed and nipped at the skin there, pulling my hips back slightly before driving them forward again. Skye’s fingernails dug into my shoulders. That feeling mixed with the sounds of her moans, and the combination drove me wild.

There had been plenty of thoughts about how this would be with her once we’d shared those three little words with each other, and for some reason, I always thought there was going to be this slow and sweet exchange. I believed it would have been soft whispers and tender touches.

I should have known better than to assume anything when it came to Skye. I should have realized that hearing those words from her would have riled me up in a way I’d never been before. I should have expected I’d be unable to control myself and would feel this level of desperation for her.

“Cooper,” she moaned.

And then there was that.

How was I supposed to ignore what the sound of my name coming past her lips when I was buried inside her did to me?