Page 46 of Ending the Game

As my heartfinally slows down, Elodie’s cry registers in my brain. Flaming heat climbs up my face as I hide it against Cooper’s chest and snicker. “I guess I wasn’t exactly quiet.”

He kisses the top of my head like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and I melt into him. “No, babe. You weren’t quiet.”

I pop my head up and smile at the cocky grin plastered on his face, dragging the tip of my finger over his lips. “Thank you for not giving up on me, Cooper. I was a fool, and I was so scared it was too late to fix it.”

One rough hand dances down my spine, while the other is tucked behind his head, stretching the tape over his healing wound tight against his skin.

Jesus. We didn’t even think about his injury.

“Just promise me you’ll talk to me next time, Carys. I need to know you trust me enough to believe I can handle anything thrown our way.” He gently presses his palm against my back, pulling me closer. “The good and the bad, baby.”

I rest my arms over his chest and press my lips to his. “There’s going to be a lot of bad days, Coop. It’s a lot to ask of you.” My voice trembles with the honesty in my words. “I’m doing okay managing my lupus now, but I don’t know what next week or next year looks like.”

“Then we’ll handle it together. I will always be right next to you. And don’t, for one minute, think you’re the only one with baggage. You might have been the one a little unsure of your lifelastyear, but I have to come up with a whole new game plan for my lifethisyear.” His fingers dance up my spine, sending shivers down my skin.

“I’ve got no fucking clue what I’m doing or where I’ll end up. And with this shit with Axel still hanging over our heads, I haven’t even had time to think about it.” His tired eyes close, and stress lines pull tight around them.

I swing a leg over his hips, being careful of the bandage further up his ribs, and rub myself over his impressive cock. “If you’re this stressed-out right now, I must have done something very wrong,” I tease.

Coop’s hands grasp my waist, and he adjusts me so the head of his dick nudges against my entrance. “Ready for round two, Miss Murphy?” His voice is raspy with desire, and those baby-blue eyes I love are drowning with need.

I steady my hands on his chest as I slide down his shaft, amazed at how hard he is for me already. “I’m always ready for you, Cooper,” I whisper as I feel him filling me. “I was made for you.”

“You’re fucking right you are.” He jackknifes up and wraps his arms around my back, bringing us chest-to-chest as I rock against him. Clinging to each other. “You’re the other half of my soul, baby. The air I breathe.”

With a hand holding the back of my neck in a tight grip, he brings my lips to his. Soft but powerful and achingly intoxicating.

When we breathe each other in, I’m flooded with tantalizing sensations, heightened by every hungry stroke of his tongue.

Hyperaware of every long drag of my body against his.

Luxuriating in each roll of my hips and drag of his tongue.

We take our time, teasing and tasting.

Taking my breath away while he breathes life back into me.

Cooper’s hand skims up my body and around the back of my neck, while his thumb presses down on my pulse as it thrums wildly against my skin.

I move my body slowly, dragging out each movement as he slides his hand around the front of my throat. The tips of his fingers tightening slightly. Pressing in just enough...

Restricting my breathing.

Controlling my movement.

Heightening every sensation.

“Tighter,” I whisper, my eyes locked on his.

His possessive look is holding me captive as he tightens his grip the slightest bit, and my pussy pulses in response around his cock.

The intensity of this moment becomes more charged than anything I’ve ever felt before.

We move agonizingly slowly. Our bodies dragging against each other. Every shallow breath I take lights me on fire, bringing me closer to orgasm as a boom of thunder outside my window shakes the room, just before a crack of lightning spotlights the night’s sky.

Coop steals my soul when he takes my lips, and my vision closes in.

My body tightens around him as he growls against my mouth.

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