Page 167 of The Rebel

When it came to sex, Cooper paid attention to my entire body. He aroused places that didn’t necessarily cry for his focus, like my thighs, knees, and arms. But when his fingers or lips grazed one of those spots, it made me realize how much I was tuned into him.

How he had all of me.

How every part of my skin was just as desperate for him.

“You’re getting tighter.” He kissed the back of my neck. “I can feel how close you are.”

Even his voice sent shivers through my core.

I reached behind my head and gripped his hair, trying to meet him in the middle each time he reared back and pressed in. “Harder.”

“If I go harder, you’re going to make me come.”

“Then, make us come together.” I drove my nails into his scalp, and while his pace picked up, I still demanded, “Faster.”

“You’re fucking naughty—you know that?”

I released my lip, something I hadn’t realized I’d been biting. “Show me how naughty I am, Cooper.”

My words hit a trigger because the moment they left my mouth, he instantly amped things up—from the way he drove into me to the way he touched my clit.

He was using all of me to bring me to that place.

“Fuck!” he roared.

As our bodies rubbed against each other, his flesh turned hot, and his breath swished all the way to my nipples. I could feel the short hairs on his lower stomach as they scratched my back, the prickly ones that hit my ass every time he plunged in.

I swore those hints of masculinity were a combination that helped bring me toward the edge.

Because within a few more pumps, I was shouting, “Ahhh,” and my body was full-on building.

“You’re even tighter,” he grunted. “Fuck me.”

This time, I wasn’t dragged toward the peak.

I shot straight there.

And while I was frozen in that place, he plunged in even harder, his movements turning sharp, possessive, his breathing coming out in deep exhales. “Rowan!”

That was when I knew he was giving me exactly what I wanted.

“Just what I’ve been dying to hear.” My body was starting to come down, the bursts less intense, the shudders slowing. Buteven through his strength, I could feel the wetness. How each stroke created more. “You’re filling me.”

“Mmm. Yes.Fuuuck.”

His comedown was as gradual as mine, and when he finally settled behind me, our rising chests the only movement, I released his hair, combing through the strands that I’d pulled.

Silence only ticked for a few seconds until I heard, “Are you okay?”

After each of our intimate moments, he always asked now.

I understood.

I was just as protective.

“Of course,” I whispered.

His hand went to my chin, guiding it until I was looking at him. “Then, kiss me.”

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