Page 60 of Wreck My Mind

Chapter Twenty-Three

Aziza

Coop ran his hands around my hips, pausing to knead the flesh of my buttocks. With a growl, he squatted, dragging his grip down the backs of my thighs. My skin was slick with rain, but still he scooped me easily up and flush against him.

I wrapped my arms and legs around his stout body as our kissing increased with desperation. I had no idea where he was carrying me, but I’d go with him anywhere.

Vaguely aware we were descending, perhaps down steps, I figured he was taking me to the master suite. Then suddenly my cold, wet body became emersed in liquid heat. The hot tub.

“Your shoes! Your clothes!” I realized in shock. “Mushaeghib.”

“They were already pretty wet,” he chuckled.

We both looked up as the sky continued to rain cold down from above while the tub warmed from below.

“Street clothes aren’t allowed in the hot tub!”

“Street clothes?” he laughed again.

I lifted my eyebrows in challenge as I shot him a devilish grin. “Let me see you or I won’t know where it’s okay to touch you.”

Coop threw his head back and laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

He set me down and quickly stripped every stitch away. I watched, enjoying the rigid contours of his flesh as he stood in the hot tub naked and flashed those devilish dimples of his. Curling his lip in a toothy snarl, he nipped the spaghetti strap on my cami top, plucking it with his teeth and letting it snap back. “And what is the policy on sexy lingerie?”

A low growl of gratitude sounded as I lifted my arms. His navy eyes sparked with sin as he peeled my wet cami up over my head. Without haste, his mouth descended on my breasts like they were his favorite dessert—sucking and lapping, nipping and licking. In a rush, he hoisted me into a sitting position on the surrounding deck and stripped my shorts off.

The rain tickled as it washed over my fully naked flesh, but all I could think about was Coop. His hands stroked down my legs, encircling my calves. Heat tingled everywhere he touched. I sucked in a shocked breath as he swung my legs over his wide shoulders. I went with the momentum, dropping my back to the deck so his hot, hungry mouth could ravish me into another round of orgasms.

I’d been wrong. This…this was his favorite dessert.

The more he enthusiastically explored and savored, the more ravenous and wanting I became. “Cock. Now,” was all I could manage as I writhed in need.

Angling my body toward the object of my desperation, I vainly tried to edge closer as I imagined impaling myself upon it.

“Condoms are in my pants,” he murmured against my clit, showing little interest in abandoning the pearl he was intent on plundering. “I threw them…somewhere. Overboard. Who knows?”

He nipped and teased. Licked and sucked. Did he expect me to go get them? Because I was completely powerless to pull away from my descent into mad oblivion.

Cock…tongue. Tongue…cock. I wanted them both. Desperately. Equally. Why couldn’t I have them both? Was this what that saying about not being able to have his cock and him eat you too was all about?

I panted until I could form a sentence. “Maybe they aren’t necessary. I’m on birth control for my fibroids—” Seriously, Zee! Fibroids? Way to bring the sex talk! “I just mean… I wasn’t on them because I was worried about getting pregnant. I haven’t been with anyone in…” I hesitated, not eager to admit I’d pined for only him for years now. Sheesh, I was going to talk him right out of a sure thing! “In a long, long time. You?”

He lifted his eyes to look up. His pirate’s smile was further punctuated by his swollen, flushed lips. He swiped the tip of his tongue across them like he was cleaning the blood of a kill off. “Truth?”

I really didn’t want to know he’d been with others. But I also needed his cock inside me, filling me to the hilt. Now. “Truth.”

“I already told you. It’s been four years of foreplay.”

“What?” I scrambled to fully sit up. “How is that possible?”

I mean, I knew it had been possible for me. But for him?

“You’ve kept me super busy with work, which hasn’t left much time for relationships. It’s not like I didn’t have opportunities. Several, actually. And I tried, not to start a relationship or anything, but to take the edge off.”

“And?” I used my hand to swipe my rain-drenched hair from my eyes, so I could see his clearly.

“And nothing. Not. A. Thing. I legit thought the big guy was broke. I went to the doctor and got a prescription and everything.”

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