Page 69 of The Cowboy Complication

“Thank God.” His fingers worked a little faster. “None for me either.”

Suddenly his touch was gone and she was being lifted up. Her legs flailed a little, both arms latching at his neck as she tried to find stability.

Then the thick head of him was there, pressing in, filling her with a long, solid stroke that pushed all the air from her lungs in an unladylike groan.

“Fuck.” Cooper’s arm banded around her lower back, beneath where the upper part was braced against the tile, holding tight as he pulled back and sank deep again. His mouth sealed over hers, swallowing down the unhinged noises coming out of her as he started to do as he’d promised—fucking her pretty much exactly where he caught her.

As a woman who’d never done anything outside of a bed, the whole thing was pretty damn surreal. Not just the physical feat of what he was accomplishing, but the desperation he did it with. Like if he’d had to wait a second longer to be inside her he would have died.

But there still wasn’t a doubt in her mind Cooper would have waited for the bed if she’d wanted to. If she’d been worried about nothing standing between them.

That was exactly why shewasn’tworried. This man would never do anything to hurt her in any capacity. The only way he’d even consider fucking her bare was if he knew for certain it wouldn’t harm her.

You’re my everything.

That’s what he said to her, and she believed him. Knew for a fact it was true.

Because he was hers.

All her hopes and dreams and plans hadn’t been wrong. She was just a little mistaken about who would be there with her.

Cooper’s next thrust was a little harder. A little deeper. It pushed her higher on the wall and changed the angle of their bodies, bringing his pelvis to rub against her with every flex of his hips.

Her eyes went wide when the next press of his body hit a toe-curling spot inside and put friction on her clit at the same time. “Ohh.”

“Who’s got big words now, Princess?” Cooper’s free hand came to curve around one breast, fingers plucking at the bud of her nipple. It was like he’d figured out the magic combination.

Her whole body jerked, clenching against him—around him—as she came.

Hard and loud.

Cooper was right behind her, the flex of his cock inside sending a little shock wave of pleasure as he rocked against her, letting out the sexiest groan she’d ever heard.

Then he was kissing her again. Mouth. Cheeks. Forehead. Chin. Nose.

Then mouth some more.

It wasn’t until the water started to cool off that he lowered her to the ground, his body sliding free. After taking a second to wash her and then himself, Cooper helped her out, wrapped her in a towel, and took her to his bed.

She expected him to collapse, but after stealing away her towel, he climbed over her, nosing up the center of her body until they were eye-to-eye. “You never told me what you decided.”

She blinked, a little tired and a lot relaxed. “What?”

“Hands or mouth?” he asked.

“Oh.” Her eyes dipped to his lips, watching as they curved.

Cooper shot her a smirk. “That’s what I thought.”

Then he moved down her body, seeming fully intent on making good on his plan to get her off as many times as possible.

Thank God for a man who liked to make plans as much as she did.

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Cooper

“MORNING.” COOPER WATCHED Isla as she padded into the kitchen, her dark hair messy, pillow creases lining one flushed cheek. “Looks like you slept well.”

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