Page 111 of Craving Cooper

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For taking care of me,” she says.

“You have nothing to be thankful for. I’m the one who’s thankful to have you in my life… and just so you know, I’ll always take care of you. Not just in this, but in everything.”

“Would you… Would you like to take care of me now?” she says, her voice dropping slightly, her meaning obvious.

“I’d love to.”

I bend my head, my lips meeting hers, and I carry her through to the bedroom, only breaking our kiss when we reach the bed.

“I need to be naked,” she whispers, and I smile down at her, unfastening her blouse and bra, my eyes fixed on hers the entire time. Her skirt follows and as she’s not wearing any underwear, she simply has to kick off her shoes, and the task is complete.

“Better?” I say and she nods her head.

“I will be, when you’re naked, too.”

“That’s easy.”

I yank my top over my head and push down my pants, watching the way her eyes rake over my body.

“That’s much better,” she murmurs, reaching out and running her fingers down the middle of my chest, going lower and lower, until she reaches my cock, her hand clamping around it.

As much as I love how that feels, I need to be horizontal, and I grab her wrist, putting both her hands onto my shoulders and then lift her, tipping her back onto the mattress and lowering myself on top of her.

I raise myself up, gazing down at her beautiful face as I part her legs with mine, finding her entrance, and flexing my hips, nudging inside her. She gasps and sighs, and I bury myself, letting out a groan of satisfaction.

“We’re home,” she says, letting out a long breath.

“We are… although…” I stop talking, trying to piece together my thoughts.

“Although what?”

“I’m just thinking.”

“Is now the best time for that?” I shake my head at her, and she smiles. “What are you thinking?”

I drop to my elbows and gently slide back and forth, in and out of her, creating a slow and steady rhythm that’s not too distracting, as I caress her cheek with the backs of my fingers.

“That I’m not sure this is where we should make our home.”

She frowns, although it doesn’t stop her raising her hips… matching me, stroke for stroke. “Why not?”

“Aside from the fact that my history is here, and I don’t want you to have any reminders of it, I can’t help thinking we should maybe find ourselves somewhere a little… bigger.”

“Bigger?”

I smile, loving the fact that she’s ignored my remarks about my history. Taking her away from it, and from all the things she must have heard, is one of the many things I can do to make her feel safe, but we don’t need to make a drama out of it.

“Yeah. I can afford it.”

“You can?” She seems surprised and I have to smile.

“Sure. I choose to live here because it’s convenient, but I don’t have to. My practice pays very well, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Even so, we don’t have to move… certainly not for my benefit.”

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