Page 95 of Deceptive Lies

Twenty-Three

July 21st

10:50 P.M.

“That’s it, honey, ride me,” Cooper urged as he reached up to grab one of Willow’s pert nipples, tweaking it and drawing another moan from her lips.

Damn he was addicted to the sound.

Couldn’t get enough of it.

There was nothing he loved more than getting her naked and making her moan until she screamed as her release hit her.

Over the last few days, they’d made out a lot. Likea lot. In pretty much every room of his house—which was feeling more liketheirhouse by the day—and he’d even convinced her to make love to him in the hot tub in his backyard, and under the wisteria covered gazebo the previous owner had left behind. He’d always intended to remove it, put in a pool instead, but seeing the softness in Willow’s gaze as she’d looked at the pretty vine covered space, listening to her talk about summer picnics under the shade, and what a great backdrop it would be for photosessions with kids or pets, he was glad he’d never gotten around to taking it out.

Honestly, anything that made Willow smile after everything she’d been through pretty much became his new favorite thing.

But nothing topped this.

With her head thrown back, which arched her breasts closer to his eager mouth, long, blonde locks cascading down around her, shimmering like spun gold in the bedroom light, she looked like a goddess.

“Oh, Cooper,” she moaned, dragging out his name as he lifted his head off the pillow enough to capture a nipple. Doing the tongue thing she liked made her moan again and she sank down to take him fully inside her.

Any position he loved, as long as he was bringing Willow pleasure he was good, but seeing her like this was magnificent. He knew what had almost happened to her, what her death would have been if he and his brothers hadn't arrived when they did. Willow knew it, too. The first time they’d had sex when they got home, he’d been worried that it would trigger some of the trauma she was attempting to stuff down.

Not that he’d let her stuff it down.

While of course he wouldn't do anything to trigger her, especially since she’d told him how Mahmoud had violated her, he was also going to make her talk about her ordeal. Burying stuff never worked. He knew. In fact, it was the suicide of one of his Delta Force teammates that had been the catalyst for him getting out and joining Prey.

So, talking things through was a no-brainer to him, and he’d led by example being sure to articulate with her all the mess of swirling emotions tangled inside him. It seemed to have helped them both, and they both also had appointments set with Prey’s on-staff psychiatrist.

Bad days would come and go, in fact just the day before had been Willow’s worst as anxiety had gotten the best of her and she’d had nightmares and a couple of panic attacks. Totally normal, but awful to both endure for her and watch her endure for him.

Tempered throughout the bad, were moments like this.

Moments where he swirled his tongue over her pebbled nipple while one of his hands palmed Willow’s backside, gripping onto her as she rolled and lifted her hips, and his other played with her bud, knowingjust the right amount of pressure to exert in just the right way to have her orgasm building steadily until she was a writhing, pleading mess.

Every time she lifted up until only his tip was left inside her then sank back down, a groan fell from his lips. She felt so good, so tight and hot, and it was such an honor to know that even with what she’d endured she was comfortable enough with him to be completely vulnerable and allow him to touch her, and bring her pleasure.

A gift he’d never forget.

When her internal muscles began to quiver, Willow upped the pace until she was riding him in a near frenetic haze, moaning and gasping. Pressing harder against her bud, he managed to hold himself back as he watched her fall apart, his name screamed into the air.

As soon as he felt her begin to float back to earth, Cooper grabbed both her hips and began to thrust into her in earnest. Angling his thumbs so he could brush them against her bundle of nerves, when her second orgasm rushed through her only then did Cooper allow himself to hit his own peak as she clamped around him.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, and by the time it began to ebb, Willow had snuggled herself down against his chest. As much as he loved sex with her, these moments, when they were both basking in the afterglow, somehow seemed better. This was when he felt the closest to Willow and wished it was possible to freeze the clock and hold onto these precious seconds for as long as possible.

Stroking his hand up and down the length of her spine, Cooper inhaled Willow’s soft jasmine scent. Over the last few days, he’d come to associate the fragrance with Willow. It was obviously her favorite because it was in her perfume, body wash, shampoo and conditioner. Curious, he’d asked if jasmine was also her favorite flower, and she’d told him it was. Which meant he would be planting as many as he could in the yard.

“Gotta get up and clean you,” he murmured.

“Mmm, don’t want to move,” Willow whispered, snuggling closer.

“Don’t want to move either, honey, but still gotta clean you up. I’ll be right back,” he promised as he lifted her and pulled out of her.

Moving as quickly as he could, Cooper hurried into the attached bathroom, disposed of the condom, ran a washcloth under warmwater, and returned to the bedroom. Willow’s legs fell open as he moved between them and it was damn tempting to find another condom and bury himself inside her all over again, but she needed sleep. Her body still had a long way to go to recover and sleep was the best thing for it.

Once she was clean, he returned to the bathroom, tossed the washcloth in the sink, flipped off the lights, and returned to bed. As soon as he lay down Willow was there, curled against his side. Cooper had no idea how he was going to be able to go to sleep ever again without feeling her weight pressed against him.

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