Page 9 of The Most Perfect Wrong

Get it together. She’s not here to fuck a guy who needs directions.I lock eyes with her, confidence flooding back. I slowly step toward her, the intensity between us building with every breath. My fingers find the button of my pants, popping it open, drawing her eyes lower. My hand wraps around hers, guiding it to my zipper.

Our eyes lock as her fingers slide down, teasing the zipper open. “You want this?” I ask, my voice low and rough, already knowing the answer—the tension between us thick as mud.

She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, her hand brushes over me, igniting the fire that’s been simmering since the moment I saw her. I press her hard against the wall, my cock already begging for more.

My lips meet hers with a desperation. And it feels too damn good to stop—too good to be touched, wanted, and lusted after.

Her hands glide up my chest, the heat of her touch searing through me, and I instinctively grip her ass, firm and soft beneath my palms, and press my throbbing cock against her—right where she wants it. She gasps, and my pulse kicks into overdrive. One of her hands grips the back of my neck while the other toys with the waistband of my boxer briefs, dipping her fingers in just enough to drive me mad.

I graze my hand up her side, hesitating just below her chest. I’m about to touch another woman’s tits. For a second, I’m nervous—hell, I even feel a little guilty—but I shove it down and keep going. My hand moves over one of her boobs, giving it a gentle squeeze, my thumb brushing against the soft skin. She moans into my mouth, and I’m a fucking goner. They’re incredible. Large, soft—a perfect handful, maybe more. Any lingering doubts fly out the window as she arches into me with pure need.

Inhibitions gone, I grip her hips hard, taking control. Tonight, she’ll learn exactly how good a night with Ryan Brooks can be. No holding back. I’m going to make her beg, scream my name, and come so hard she’ll remember this night for years… and so will I. You never forget the first night with someone new—someone who's not her.

Chapter 3

RYAN

My head sinks into the pillow, a grin stretching across my face that I can’t hold back.Damn.That was… there are no words.

Cooper slips out of bed to use the bathroom, and I take a moment to catch my breath. When she returns, she leans down, reaching for her shirt.

“Uh-uh.” My voice comes out rough, lower than I intended. “Come back to bed. Don’t leave yet.” I try not to sound needy, but fuck, I’m not ready for this to end.

She hesitates, casting me a look, one eyebrow raised as if she’s considering her options. “Fine… just for a little longer. Do you have something comfy I can wear?”

“Yeah.” I stand to grab a T-shirt from my suitcase, wondering why she’d need one when I’ve already seen every inch of her. Tossing it her way, I watch as she slips it on, the edge skimming just past her thighs. I take my turn in the bathroom. When I return, the room’s dim, lit only by the faint glow of the TV. Cooper’s curled up under the light sheet, eyes following me as I slide in beside her. She shifts closer, draping a leg over mine, her hand tracing a slow path up my chest. Her face tilts up, and our lips meet.

She tugs gently on my bottom lip, teeth grazing. I groan. “God, when you do that…” My voice trails off as a sultry smile spreads across her face. My hand finds her thigh, fingers trailing the skin beneath the shirt. A rush hits me as I realize—she didn’t put anything else on. She shifts, her bare skin brushing againstmy hip, and that’s all it takes—I’m hard again, desire flaring even stronger than before.

She presses her lips to mine again, and I respond instantly, gripping her ass and pulling her body flush against mine.

She breaks the kiss, biting back a grin. “So… Ryan,” she murmurs, dragging a fingertip down my chest and abdomen. “Do you do this kind of thing often?”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Not even close.” I pause, choosing my words carefully. “I was in a relationship for a while. Still adjusting to single life.” My thumb strokes her hip. “What about you? How often does a guy get lucky enough to have a night like this with you?”

A smile spreads across her lips. “Not often.” Her voice is quiet.

I raise an eyebrow. “Hard to believe.”

“Why is that?”

I shrug, my gaze drifting over her. “You’re gorgeous, confident, and, well… you did make the first move.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “That doesn’t mean I do this all the time.” Her fingers drift lower, tracing the line of my hip, close to where my cock aches with need. Every touch feels new, as if we didn’t just spend the last hour tangled up in each other.

A sharp breath escapes me as her fingers graze the inside of my thigh. Her eyes flick up, a smirk following. She’s in control, and I’m not sure I want that to end.

I move my hand down the curve of her ass, brushing lightly along her skin. She closes her eyes as my fingers glide over the sensitive spot at her core. “God,” she whispers, her lips finding mine. We melt together, losing ourselves again—hands exploring, breaths mingling. I slip a finger inside her, and her hand wraps around my length, her grip tightening, sparking a fresh surge of need between us. Our kiss deepens, urgent and almost desperate.

After a few intense moments, I pull back, catching my breath, my gaze locked on hers. “Cooper,” I murmur. “Where do you live? Because, fuck… I could do this again. As many times as you’ll let me.”

She laughs, but her expression’s unreadable. She rolls onto her back, and I’m afraid I just ruined the moment.

But then she turns to face me. “Ryan, don’t take this personally, okay? I’m just here for a good time—which I am definitely having, by the way. You’ve been amazing, but that’s all this is. I don’t want to answer personal questions because that’s how feelings get involved. And I don’t want any feelings, except the physical ones that feel good. So, ask me something else. Anything that doesn’t cross that line.”

I grin, unable to hide my admiration. “Damn. I’ve never met a woman like you.” It’s the truth. “So, what counts as a non-personal question?” I roll onto my side, scootching closer until our faces are only inches apart.

“I don’t know. Random questions that aren’t personal.” She laughs softly.

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