Page 98 of Craving Cooper

I lean down and kiss her, my heart bursting at the thought that she feels the same… or at least wants the same. How the hell did I get this lucky? It’s beyond me, but I can’t stop a smile from forming on my lips as she brings her hands up, resting them on my ass and pulling me in to her. That feels amazing, and I let her dictate the pace for as long as I dare, knowing I’ll have to pull out, eventually. For now, I’m okay with this, and I change the angle of my head, kissing her a little harder.

“Ouch… Jesus.” I stop, mid-thrust, mid-kiss and pull back, looking down at Mallory’s confused face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. It wasn’t you.” She leans up, stretching to look over my shoulder. “It was the cat.”

“The cat?” I twist my head and spy Saffron, sitting on the couch in the tiny space between my legs. “What did she do?”

“She bit my hand.”

Mallory pulls it around, and although there’s nothing to see, and definitely no blood in sight, I can tell it hurts.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Do you wanna carry on?”

“Of course.” She smiles up at me, and although the moment’s been interrupted, it’s easy to get back into it with Mallory. She has that effect on me. I dip my head, licking her nipples, and then move again, going deep inside her. She puts her hands back on my ass, and then almost immediately pulls them away. “Saffron!”

“Did she bite you again?”

“Yes. I don’t think she likes me touching you.”

“Tough.”

I pull out of her and lift her into my arms, standing at the same time, and with a backward frown at the cat, I carry Mallory into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.

I think watching Mallory get dressed could become one of my favorite things to do. Obviously, I prefer watching her undress, or better still, undressing her myself… but there’s something about the way she chooses her clothes and fixes her hair and makeup. It’s enchanting.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, noticing my gaze.

“No. I just like looking at you. I like having you here.”

“Here… as in specifically in your bedroom? Or here in more general terms?”

“Here in my life.”

She smiles, which I guess means she liked my answer. “In that case, I’m glad I brought some more clothes down last night.”

“So am I… although I noticed you didn’t bring any panties.”

“I didn’t think I needed them.”

She switches on her hairdryer, which she also brought down last night, while I was cooking the dinner, and I can’t help smiling when I remember how good it felt to watch her moving her things in. We’ll do the rest at the weekend, but like I say, I love having her here.

My phone rings, and I pick it up from the nightstand, smiling when I see Brady’s name on the screen. I haven’t spoken to him since the conversation we had at the weekend, which means I’ve got a lot to tell him. Still, it’s early, and it can’t hurt to talk.

“Hey.” I answer the phone before my voicemail kicks in.

“How’s everything going?” he asks. “I keep meaning to call, but life gets in the way, you know?”

“I do. And in answer to your question, things couldn’t be going better.”

“The begging strategies worked, did they?”

“I didn’t need them in the end.”

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