Page 90 of Can We Just Be Happy Now?

“Turn around,” he growls.

“Why?” He’s kind of scary, but it’s also hot.

“Because I can’t stand to look at you right now, Sophie,” he bites.

“Why not?” I press, knowing full well he wants this as much as I do.

“If I look at you, I’ll love you more than I hate you right now.” Did he just say he loves me? “And that’s not happening.”

Oh. I flashback to the night I lost my virginity. Everything about that experience was a 180 from what it is now.

“So, you can let me fuck you over that counter or I can leave.”

I don’t want him to leave, so I guess my mind is made up. Even though I’m nervous Marcus could get home at any minute, I do as he says, taking the two steps toward the kitchen counter. Water drips off my dress as I hinge at the hips, leaning over the cold tile, my feet perfectly reaching the floor.

“Good choice,” he praises, his voice dripping with satisfaction. I don’t know if I love or hate it. JT tried to get me to do something different the first and only time we had sex, but I refused. He probably thought our sex was boring, but I wasn’t comfortable with him enough to experiment. But Cooper, I trust him not to hurt me even when he’s mad. I’m never embarrassed or insecure around him.

His hands smooth up my wet thighs, taking my dress with them. He pushes the fabric above my waist, sending a chill through me. His lips land on my lower back, warming the skin they touch. I want them everywhere. I need them everywhere. His kiss doesn’t stay soft for long, the nip at the skin on my hips makes me suck in a breath. His fingertips dig into me hard enough to bruise, and I whine at the thought of him wanting to fuse himself to me in this way. He tugs the lace plastered to my skin from the rain, hooking a finger on each side as he slides the thin scrap of fabric down my legs, letting out a groan between each kiss he trails down my skin as he goes.

I step out of my underwear, and he falls to his knees, gripping my thighs and pushing them apart until I step wider for him. A satisfied moan leaves me when his tongue licks over my opening, creating a new layer of wetness.

He sucks on my clit, a rush of pleasure shooting through me. My entire body throbs with need for him, and I’m torn between begging for it and letting him take his time. I want whichever route helps him accept us being together is a good thing because our connection is so much stronger than with anyone else.

Spreading me with one hand, he slides in one finger of the other, eliciting a gasp from me. On the next pump, he adds a second, and the way he’s stretching me feels too good. I bite into my lip, trying to refrain from screaming out. His tongue teasing me, his fingers inside me . . . the thought of his cock filling me, claiming me.

His lips land softly against my back again. “I want to hear how much you want this,” he murmurs against me. His other hand smoothes up my side, the gentleness contradicting the way he’s fucking me with his fingers.

“I need more, Coop,” I beg, my fingers curled around the edge of the tile counter, unable to resist feeling closer to him, wanting us to be more intimate.

Without so much as a word, he removes his fingers. Before I register what he’s doing, his shorts land heavily on the floor. “Jesus Christ, you’re perfect,” he mutters before slapping my ass. It stings in the best way, and I grip the counter to brace myself for whatever comes next. He spreads my legs wider with his grip on my thighs, his head aligning and toying with my entrance. The anticipation alone pulls me to the edge.

He presses into me, gentle only on the first thrust. A groan vibrates through him as he grabs my hips for stability, and he slams into me the second time. Feeling him fully inside me is so satisfying, I moan, barely hearing his under the breath curse as he continues to drive into me, heat and pressure building in my core.

His hand slides from my hip to my front, massaging my clit in rough circles. “Fuck, Sophie. I’m not going to last long.” His movements become jagged like he’s losing control. “Get there with me.”

It's his words “with me” that hit harder than him driving into me. I unravel, pulsing around him as he comes. My toes curl into the floor, every cell in my body feeling energized.

When we both come down, he pulls out of me. For as alive as I feel, I can’t bring myself to push off the counter yet. Twisting me by my hips to face him, he pins me between him and the counter. He pulls his wet T-shirt over his head. His faded spiced apple cider scent consumes me–somehow not washed away by the rain–drawing me closer to him. As his mouth finally connects with mine, the cool fabric of his shirt hits my inner thighs. He wipes at me gently, clearing away the evidence of our sex.

Once he’s satisfied, he drops the shirt on the floor, and I feel him pulling away from our kiss. I grab fistfuls of the wet fabric of my dress clinging to my waist and tug it over my head before he has time to call it quits. I reach behind me and unhook my navy lace bra, letting the straps fall off my shoulders before tossing it onto the floor.

Cooper watches my movements like he’s torn between making me stop and waiting for whatever happens next. I don’t give him the opportunity to decide. I grab his hands, forcing his palms to my breasts, driven by confidence only because if there’s any chance he’s going to walk away after this, I’m going to make sure it’s something he never forgets. “Cooper.” His heady eyes drift from my chest to my face. “You know that picture was for you, right? Only you. Specifically for you.”

His face hardens at my words. “I don’t believe you.”

“I’ll swear on whatever you want me to swear on, Coop.” I lock onto his gaze and whisper, “The only thing I was wearing in that picture was the same underwear I wore the night I gave you my virginity. I don’t share my memories of you with anyone.”

He pins me against the counter with his hips, groaning as his thumbs swipe over my nipples which immediately stiffen under his touch. I use his distraction to my advantage, running my fingers through his hair at the base of his neck and kissing the spot below his ear that drives him crazy. I drag my tongue along his skin, tasting a mix of salt and rain, and nip at his ear lobe. He groans, and he’s close enough I feel him already getting hard again. I suck gently, tightening my grip on his neck.

“You better be up for round two if you’re going to tease me,” he huffs.

Chapter fifty-five

COOPER

NOW

Sophie places her hand over mine, pushing my cupped hand from her breast and dragging it down her body. “You tell me if I’m up for it,” she whispers into my ear before nipping at it again. Fuck that feels good. She’s using a combo of moves she knows I love and new ones I haven’t experienced. I try not to worry about who she’s learned anything else from.

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