Page 11 of The Final Temptation (Men of Honor 3.5)
He smirks down at me. “You wanted to know what it feels like to be cuffed, baby. Isn’t that what you said?”
Oh he does not want to play this game with me, because I will play right back. I try to clear the fog of arousal clouding my head. “Yes, but that’s in your bed when you are fucking me with your cock, not your fingers.”
His heavy-lidded eyes turn wild as he expels a mumbled chuckle. “You and that sassy fucking mouth of yours. Soon, Kayla, soon you will find out what I’m going to do to it, and you will learn quickly just who’s in charge here. During the day you can run your mouth all you want, but when your clothes are off and my cock is inside of you, that’s my territory, baby.”
Holy hell he can be sexy when he’s arrogant, but as much as I love his demand right now I want something more from him. I need it to be more. “If you won’t let me touch you, will you at least kiss me?” I whisper, hoping I don’t sound as vulnerable as I feel.
His expression softens just before he leans down and gives me his mouth. Our tongues intertwine again, but this time the pace is slower and more intimate, giving me the connection I crave. He finally releases my wrists and allows me to wrap my arms around his neck. I decide not to push my luck, not wanting him to stop me from holding him close.
I gasp when his fingers speed up their delicious assault, stroking a part inside of me I never knew existed. Moaning into the kiss, I hook my legs around his lower back to bring him closer. My hips start rocking to the rhythm of his hand with desperation as I feel myself teeter on the edge.
His growl vibrates against my lips. “That-a-girl, I can feel how close you are, Kayla, give it to me, let me feel it all over my hand, baby.” As soon as he mumbles the words his free hand cups the soft weight of my breast and his fingers pinch my sensitive nipple with a force that sends me crashing over the edge.
White lights explode behind my eyes and ecstasy rushes through every vein in my body, stealing the breath from my lungs. Cooper swallows my cries of release until every last ounce of pleasure spills from my body.
As I float down from my high and back to reality, I feel him remove his hand quickly. Before he can pull away I tighten my hold on his neck and kiss him for all I’m worth, not wanting this connection with him to end, but unfortunately, it does, and all too soon.
With a groan he reaches up and forcibly unlinks my hold from around his neck then walks to the other side of the kitchen. He braces his arms on the counter, keeping his back to me, and drops his head in defeat.
“Cooper, what is it?” I ask, confused at his sudden turmoil. His silence has a sick feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. I quickly put my bra back in place and right my shirt before hopping off the table. I walk toward him slowly, then lay my hand tentatively on his heaving back and feel him tense. “What? Did I do something wrong?” My question drips with insecurity, which bothers me because I am not an insecure person.
“Jesus, no,” he breathes out before spinning around and pulling me against him. I feel his erection against my stomach and his body wound tight. I wrap my arms around his waist and soak in his warmth. “Kayla, as much as I want you to stay right now, baby, I need you to leave.”
At the restraint in his tone I look up at him, and suck in a sharp breath at his tortured expression. Without hesitation I reach up and cup the side of his face. “Coop, talk to me.”
He watches me for a moment, his jaw flexed and his eyes ablaze. “I’m barely holding on to my control right now.” Every word he breathes is through clenched teeth. “If I fuck up here I could lose my job. Do you understand?”
I do now. It finally dawns on me—it’s because I’m underage, that’s what’s been holding him back. Even though I am only weeks away from my eighteenth birthday that doesn’t matter to Cooper. His oath to uphold the law weighs heavily on him, and I’ve been tormenting him to break that oath without realizing it.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper guiltily. “I wasn’t thinking.” He shakes his head, seeming like he wants to say something but holds back. Instead, he leans down and presses a hard kiss to my forehead. He turns to walk away but I grab his shirt before he can escape and stare up at him. My heart pounds in my chest for what I’m about to ask but I feel like it’s now or never. “Come to prom with me.” His eyes widen in surprise, but before he can answer I slap my hand over his mouth. “Don’t answer yet, just think about it. Please.” I pause and lick my lips nervously. “I’ve turned down a lot of offers, Cooper, because I want you to take me. I don’t want to go with anyone else. I understand your reasoning for all of this now.” I gesture between us. “And I don’t expect anything from you but to be my date. Although, I will remind you that I turn eighteen at midnight that night, so…” I trail off with a smirk.
Removing my hand, I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss his jaw before slipping past him. Just as I make it to his door he calls out to me. I stop and look back at him.
“Promise me you won’t go to that party this weekend.”
“Coop…” I breathe out and shake my head, not understanding why he’s being so stubborn about this.
