Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
"I wasn’t drunk," he says, and I glare at him.
"You are not helping, Cooper," I say frantically as I think of losing him because of this. Just the thought makes me want to throw up. I want to go over to him and wrap my arms around him. I want him to tell me it’s going to be fine.
He walks around the bed to my side, and all I can do is watch him. My feet feel stuck to the floor. He puts his hands on my face, and I don’t move or breathe, for that matter. I look into his blue eyes, and my heart beats normally again.
"Erika," he says softly, and then he bends his head to kiss me. I let go of the breath I was holding right before his lips find mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, and it’s like coming home. Like I’ve been looking for this home my whole life and just found it. I close my eyes, and the hand that isn’t holding the sheet comes up and holds his face, his stubble pinching my fingers. But I don’t let go of the kiss and neither does he until I forget what I was thinking. Everything is forgotten when he touches me.
He finally lets go of my lips but not of my face. "What was that for?" I ask, my heart speeding up and my hand wanting to let the sheet fall.
"It calms you down," he says softly, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks as he leans in and kisses me again.
"Cooper," I whisper when he stops kissing me, and his forehead touches mine. "We have to forget this happened," I say, looking into his eyes. I’m expecting him to agree with me. I’m expecting him to tell me it’ll be for the best, and we can put it behind us. What I’m not expecting is for the next words to come out of his mouth.
His mouth goes to a smirk. "Not a chance in fucking hell."
Chapter 17
Cooper
I knew when she woke up that she would freak out, so I was waiting for it. "We have to forget this happened," she says. Her hand clutches the white sheet so tight to her chest, her fingers have turned white. Her hair looks like I pulled it all night long, and I did. Her lips are swollen with all the kissing we did, and you can see little red marks from my scruff. Her face is flushed with the panic she is going through, and her eyes, fuck, her eyes are clear and bright. I could spend all day looking into them, but I have other things planned for her.
I hold her face in my hands, my thumbs moving over her cheeks, making sure she is looking at me when I say my next words with a smirk on my face. "Not a chance in fucking hell."
"Cooper," she tries again, and this time, I lower my lips to hers to kiss her softly, then rub my nose with hers before kissing her again. This time, my tongue comes out to slide into her mouth. Her tongue fights with mine. I pull her to me, my hands on her ass, and her hand finally lets go of the sheet. I pick her up and carry her back to bed. "I guess we can continue for the day." She opens her legs for me, and I slide into her. Her back arches off the bed, and I close my eyes to take her in. "Well, we already did it today, so it technically didn’t count. We have until midnight." I laugh at her as I pull out and then slam back into her.
"Is that so?" I ask again as I fuck her. The sound of our skin slapping against each other fills the room with our panting breaths. I pull out of her and bury my face in her pussy. Knowing her clit is sensitive, I bite down on it and then slam back into her, making her come again.
"Well, we have about fourteen more hours," she says from beside me when I roll over on my back. "Then we just clean the slate." I look over at her and see her eyes closing. My hand goes to my chest as it rises and falls, and before I say another word, I can hear her soft snores.
We spend the day in bed and then on the couch and then the counter before finally collapsing right before midnight. I wake up before her, and I slide into her right before we leave. It’s fast, it’s hot, and it’s fucking perfect, just like every other time before it. She avoids looking at me, and it kills me, but I know that she’s working through all this in her head.
She borrows a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to wear home. The whole ride to her house is silent. "Have a great day," I say when I put the SUV in park, and she glares over at me. I lean over and kiss her lips softly. Her hand comes up and holds the back of my head.