Page 49 of Vegas Heat

I gasp at his words, and my only response is to jump up, wrap my legs around his waist, tighten my arms around his neck, and press my lips to his as this kiss in the front hall turns from hotto intense. “Fuck me, Cooper,” I say, my voice breathless and hoarse and needy.

He lets out a little growl at my words then grabs on under my thighs. He carries me toward his bedroom, his mouth connected to mine the entire way. He sets me down on the bed, reluctant to let me go but doing it simply so he can start stripping off his clothes. I do the same from where I perch on the bed, tossing my shirt and bra in a pile on the floor as I kick off my shoes then shimmying out of my jeans and panties.

I lie back naked on the bed, and he pauses in his movements, his jeans unbuttoned but not pushed down yet, those gorgeous abs of his smiling over at me.

“Christ. Am I the luckiest guy in the world or what?” He stalks over toward me again, and he settles in between my thighs, his jeans still on. I wrap my legs around him as he presses a soft kiss to my lips, and my clit rubs right against the rough fabric of his jeans.

I moan at the sensation, and he rocks his hips toward mine, brushing against my clit again.

I cry out this time, and he breaks our kiss to offer a salacious smile down at me. “My girl likes that,” he murmurs, and he does it again as I tilt my neck back and push out my breasts, a clear invitation for him to do what he wants to them.

And does he ever.

He sucks a nipple between his lips then laps at it with his tongue, driving his hips toward me and hitting that magic spot over and over again.

I’m so close, so damn close to coming, when he stops. He moves off me, finally stripping off his jeans, and I pant as I impatiently wait for him to return. He grabs a condom and rolls it on, and then he moves back toward me, settling in between my legs again.

“We’ll take our time later, okay?” he asks softly, and I nod.

He lines up his cock and slides into me.

“Fuck, that’s so tight,” he mutters, and his lips find mine. He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes connecting with mine as he stills inside me.

A hot beat of intimacy passes between us, his blue eyes focused on my green ones, nothing between us except a condom, both of us here and present in this moment as emotions course through me in the stillness.

How can I possibly love somebody I just met?

It doesn’t make any sense.

It defies logic.

And yet…I feel it.

My pussy seems to contract all on its own, goading him into movement as his eyes stay on mine. I close mine as he pulls back and pushes in.

“Eyes on me,” he demands, and why is that so freaking hot?

My eyes open and focus on him again.

“I’m going to go hard and fast now, okay?” he murmurs, and I nod.

And then he delivers.

Hard. And. Fast.

And holy fuck, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.

My chest tingles with butterflies and my stomach flips as he rocks my body thoroughly and vividly, the heat between us palpable and the intimacy thick all around us.

He hammers into me, long, strong drives, pushing himself all the way to the hilt before pulling out, over and over, his eyes on mine as I start to see his cloud over with the need to come. Watching it all unfold as I hang on for dear life at the intensity of his body slamming into mine is something I’ll commit to memory and dream about for the rest of my life.

I lose my mind as everything around me starts to fade away except Cooper and the way he makes me feel—not just physically, though that’s certainly topping the list at the moment, but also emotionally, and spiritually and mentally and every other pillar of health that exists. I force my eyes to stay on his as my climax slams into me with brute force, my body quaking as it hits the peak. With anyone else, it might feel awkward…but this is Cooper, and nothing haseverfelt awkward with him. It’s been natural since the moment he patted the chair next to him and told me he’d teach me how to play blackjack.

And it’s as I’m coming in that state of numbness, my mind and body lost to the pleasure, lost toCooperhimself, that the words come out of my mouth before I can stop them.

“I love you.”

His face contorts as he loses his mind, too, and as he comes, my cheeks flame with the juvenile words that escaped my mouth. I study his face, his beautiful face with the sexy, masculine scruff, the blue eyes that are so pure, so kind, so beautiful, the straight nose and the perfect jawline, the light smattering of lines that prove more than a decade stands between us. I study those lines and admire them for every laugh he’s laughed, every smile he’s cracked, every frown he’s made, every emotion he’s ever felt, and when his thrusts start to slow and his cock stops twitching inside me, he drops a kiss to my lips, and then he buries his face in my neck.

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