Page 23 of The Final Temptation (Men of Honor 3.5)
“Yeah, I won’t be going home tonight,” Jaxson grumbles behind me.
I hear Julia giggle but can’t make out what she says since Cooper is pulling me at a fast pace. “Coop, slow down, this dress wasn’t made for running.” Instead of listening, he turns back and catches me off guard by picking me up around the waist. With a squeal of surprise I wrap my arms around his neck, and laugh as he races to the car. I expect him to throw me in but instead he pins me against it then his mouth descends on mine. Moaning, I kiss him with the same desperation.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he mumbles against my lips. “I’ll take you home and start fucking you with my mouth and hands until midnight, then you better be ready, baby, because it will be my cock next and I have years of need to work out.” He drives his statement home with a hard thrust against me, his erection hitting the little spot that has electricity shooting through every nerve ending in my body.
I’m about to beg him for it right here, right now, but I don’t get the chance because he quickly deposits me in the car. When he peels away I look over and see that he’s going seven over the legal limit, the exact same speed he gave me a ticket for. “Better be careful, Coop, or I will have to call you in. I know this cop who is a real stickler with that shit around these parts.” He grunts, not finding my sarcasm funny. I think about the ticket that is still sitting in my car. “I still can’t believe you actually gave me a ticket.”
There’s a slight twitch to his lips. “If you would have gone to pay for the ticket already you would know it doesn’t exist.”
“Come again?” I ask, thinking I misunderstood him. “What do you mean it doesn’t exist?”
“I mean exactly that. It’s a fake.”
My mouth drops open in shock. “Then why the hell did you even bother to give me one?”
“Because you needed to be put in your place for fucking with me like you did. And since I couldn’t fuck the sass out of you I decided to join in and play your little game.” He looks over at me, his smirk spreading. “Except my way.”
I gape at him, aghast. “What if I had gone to pay for it?”
He shrugs. “I made sure Cliff knew about it. I also told him that when you came in to make sure he called me. I didn’t want to miss your reaction.”
My eyes narrow at his smugness. Why, the sneaky, clever bastard. Leaning over, my hand finds his erection through his dress pants. His grin vanishes and I hear him inhale sharply. “Mmm, too bad I didn’t find out about this sooner, because I would have paid you back so good,” I whisper in his ear. “If you thought the bikini in my hot tub was torture that’s nothing to what you would have come home to find.” I lick his earlobe. “Me, in your bed.” Nip. “Waiting for you all naked and needy.” Nip. “And since you wouldn’t have touched me, I would have done it myself. I would have shown you exactly what I’ve done to myself for the last three years every time I thought about you.”
Nothing less than a sound that you could describe as animalistic erupts deep from within his chest before he rips my hand away from him. “Oh, Kayla, you just played with some serious fire, baby, and you are going to get burned for it.”
His threat has a fierce ache igniting between my thighs. Thankfully, we pull up to his place only a short minute later. Just as we enter his building he picks me up, then our hands and mouths are out of control once again. We bang against the hallway walls as we make our way to his door, refusing to have our lips apart from one another.
I release a startled yelp when he stumbles. “Shit, fuck,” he curses, but gains his footing quickly. “Sorry, baby, pretend that didn’t happen.”
I laugh into our kiss, loving that I make him feel this way—out of control, frantic, desperate—the same way he has always made me feel.
He pins me against the door as he fumbles to unlock it, then once we’re in he slams it behind him. I feel us rush through his apartment just before the cool, soft mattress of his bed meets my back. I try to keep him close, but he doesn’t allow it. He releases my mouth and quickly slips out of my arms, drawing a disappointed moan from me. I recover from it quickly though when his lips find the swells of my breasts. My nipples strain painfully under the silk of my dress, craving his attention. I push his head down when he takes too long, and feel him smile against my supple flesh just before his teeth graze my stiff peak through the thin material.
With a fiery moan I arch up for more, but he doesn’t give it to me. Instead the fucker tortures me, only giving me a tease over my dress, then lowers himself down my silk-covered body, bringing his mouth to the spot that I ache for him most. I feel his hands go to the slit just before he tears it higher, revealing my black panties. He brings his mouth against the wet lace and gives me a gentle kiss.
“Please, Cooper, I want more. I need more,” I plead with a whimper.
“Soon, baby, but first you’re going to back up that mouth of yours.” I barely comprehend his words before he shreds my panties from my hips with one swift pull.
I gasp at the unexpected act but it quickly trails off on a moan. Oh shit, that was so damn hot.
“Jesus, you’re fucking perfect.” My eyes fall closed when I feel his warm breath hit my bare center, and my hips rise—seeking his pleasure. When he doesn’t give me the attention I want, I open my eyes to see him on his knees, staring up at me, right over my most intimate part. “Touch yourself, Kayla, show me how you have pleasured this sweet pussy while waiting for me.”
