Page 88 of Broken Heart

“Threat, promise, take it however you want to take it. I don’t care. She’s going to go inside with me now, where we’ll start enjoying our weekend together, and you’re going to walk away and figure out on your own how to fix the mess you made. Skye is off-limits to you.”

His eyes left mine and shifted to Skye. If he thought he was going to intimidate her, he had another thing coming.

“Don’t look at her,” I ordered. “You lost the privilege of looking at her when you decided to look at another woman.”

“Who the hell do you think you are telling me what I can and can’t do?”

“I’m going to be your worst fucking nightmare if you don’t walk away right now,” I informed him, my tone bordering on lethal. When he made no effort to leave, I added, “Walk away, man. It’s done.”

Simon narrowed his eyes on me, then glanced at Skye one last time, and finally turned to walk away.

Once he was gone, I turned to look at Skye. “Are you okay?”

She was staring at me with a look I couldn’t quite read on her face. Her pretty lips were parted slightly, her gorgeous eyes rounded in shock. There was disbelief lingering there, but it was mixed with something else.

“Skye, are you?—”

“I love you.”

My body locked, my mind convinced I’d misheard her. “What?”

“I love you, Cooper Westwood. For weeks, you’ve been showing me what it’s like to have someone in my life who cares about me, treats me with respect, and is always looking out for me. And you just walked up and handled this problem for me like it was nothing. If it wasn’t already happening, watching you do that just now would have made me fallen completely head over heels in love with you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Something hit the center of my chest, and my throat tightened painfully. Skye loved me. There wasn’t a chance I could even think of speaking. So, I reached my hand out to her, curled my fingers around her wrist, and tugged her toward me. She flew forward, her body colliding with mine. And the second I wrapped my arms around her, I dropped my head to hers and kissed her. My tongue drove into her mouth, devouring and tasting, attempting to get everything I could while trying to give her everything I wanted her to have. I didn’t know if I was successful, but I hoped I communicated my feelings to her through my kiss.

Eventually, I tore my mouth from hers and pressed my forehead against hers, allowing the reality of the situation to settle somewhere inside me.

“It was hot,” Skye whispered.

“What?”

She hesitated a beat before she shared, “When I first met your family and they said you were moody, I didn’t believe you had the power to be like that to anyone. Not my sweet guy. No way. But I just saw that side of you for the first time, and you displayed it to defend and protect me the way you did. It was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, without a doubt, but it was also a huge turn-on. In fact, I’ve got this overwhelming desire to take you inside and show you just how much I appreciate the way you look after me.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You know I love you, too, right?”

Skye smiled at me. “I had a feeling that might be the case.”

I touched my lips to hers once more.

“Come inside with me, Cooper. I want to express my gratitude.”

She wasn’t going to have to ask me twice. Without giving it a second thought, I turned her in my arms, urged her forward, and followed her into the house.

We barely got the front door closed when Skye turned around to face me. She reached for my shirt, pushed it up my body, and lifted it over my head. I pulled it the rest of the way off and tossed it aside as Skye’s hands worked at the fly of my jeans while her lips peppered kisses across my chest.

She pushed my jeans down just far enough, then freed my cock from the confines of my underwear. The second her soft fingers curled around me, I groaned, and my back fell against the front door.

Skye continued to press her lips against my skin, her tongue occasionally darting out for a taste. While her hand gripped me firmly and stroked, her mouth journeyed down my torso, no question remaining about the destination.

Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to last any longer without having my dick somewhere inside her, Skye dropped to her knees, looked up at me, and parted her lips. A moment later, she wrapped her pretty mouth around me and swirled her tongue around before offering a suck with the power to bring me to my knees.

She heard my groan, grew excited—and motivated—by it, and didn’t hesitate to get to work.

Skye’s enthusiasm when it came to anything sexual between us had surprised me. Not only was she seemingly eager to please, but she didn’t have that same level of timidness in this area of our relationship that she had in other areas. I liked that she reserved this side of her for only me.

As Skye worked her mouth over my length—sucking, licking, and stroking—my fingers drove into her hair. It was an exercise in restraint not to thrust my hips forward and fuck her mouth.

She was brilliant. Everything from her undeniable enthusiasm to the utter perfection that was her mouth. It was a battle between wanting to let her continue what she was doing, knowing she’d bring me right to that edge, and feeling the overwhelming urge to take what I wanted from her mouth.

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