Page 26 of The Final Temptation (Men of Honor 3.5)
“Mmm, you love my mouth.” I throw back.
He grunts. “Now that I can do something with it I do.”
A giggle escapes me and we both groan when I clench around him. I feel his body begin to shake with restraint from holding back. Linking my arms around his neck I hitch a leg up on his lower back, bringing him deeper. “Kiss me, McKay, then fuck me like you mean it.”
With a growl he claims my mouth then unwraps my arms from around his neck and pins them above my head. He pulls out so only the tip of him is inside of me then he slams back in. I gasp and arch up into him as tingles explode through my body.
“That okay?”
“God yes, keep going.”
“My fucking pleasure.” He pulls back again until he’s almost out then slams back into me. He does this over and over, rocking my body with the best sensations. Our fingers link above my head and our bodies begin to stick from sweat. I finally find rhythm with him and thrust up into his beautiful, relentless assault. “That-a-girl, take me, Kayla, all of me.” I feel my tummy pull tight with my impending orgasm and I begin to flutter around him. He feels it and groans. “Yes, give it to me. Let me feel it, baby.”
“Cooper?” I barely get his name out—I’m so enraptured in the moment—I’m not even certain of what I’m asking for. My fingers dig into his back as I feel my body teeter on the edge. I’m so close but can’t grasp it.
“I got you.” He changes the angle of his thrusts, hitting that spot deep inside of me at a hard, fast pace.
I can do nothing else but take it, and it feels incredible. “Oh god, oh god.”
Unlinking one of his hands from mine he moves it down to cup my breast and pinches my sensitive nipple with a force that has me detonating. “Fuck yes!” Cooper increases his pace, faster than I thought possible, and fucks me through the intensity of my pleasure. I’m barely coming back down from my high when he stills deep inside of me and groans out his own pleasure.
We lay together in a sweat-tangled mess as we try to catch our breaths, our hearts beating together as one. I hold him as close as humanly possible, never wanting him to leave this spot inside of me. I feel his lips press gently against the corner of my forehead. “You okay?” he asks, sounding a little concerned.
“Mmmhmmm,” I hum, having a hard time forming words.
With a chuckle he pulls out of me, and we both groan at the disconnection. “I’ll be right back.”
Once he stands I pull the blanket up to keep warm, since I no longer have his body heat, then enjoy the view as he walks to the bathroom. He comes back in his underwear a few minutes later, and begins to clean me with a warm washcloth. I tense at the awkwardness of it, but he puts me at ease when he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
After he finishes he throws it in his laundry hamper, then crawls back in beside me and pulls me against him so we’re face to face. We stare at each other for a long, silent moment and I can’t help but smile. “Happy birthday to me.”
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Yeah, baby. Happy birthday to you, and it’s about fucking time.”
I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck to bring him closer. “Mmm, agreed, and this was by far my favorite birthday gift ever.”
His lips tilt with a mischievous smile. “That wasn’t your birthday gift.”
I quirk a brow. “No? You got something more for me, McKay?”
“Maybe,” he replies secretively.
“It’s handcuffs, isn’t it? Let’s put that shit to use right now.”
He belts out a laugh and cups my ass in his big hands. “I don’t need to buy you handcuffs. I get that shit for free.”
I wait for him to say more but he doesn’t. He only stares at me with a sly smile. “Well, come on, give it to me already.”
“Oh I’ll give it to you.” With lightning speed he flips me to my back and comes over top of me, then kisses the living daylights out of me.
I sigh and decide I will never tire of kissing him. Not ever. I distantly feel him reach over and hear the sound of a drawer being opened. Then before we can get caught up in our passion he rolls off of me and leaves a small wrapped present on my chest.
I stare at it, wondering what it could be. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I know, I wanted to. I’ve had it for a while.”
I look over at him in surprise, my heart warming at that small tidbit of information. With giddy excitement I sit up, making sure the sheet is wrapped around me, and start opening it. My curiosity peeks at the small, velvet jewelry box. “You asking me to marry you already? I love it, Coop, but maybe we should wait until after graduation.”
“Ha ha,” he replies, deadpanned. “Just open it, smart ass.”
I open the box with a smile and falter when I get a look at the authentic, platinum Pandora charm bracelet. “Whoa,” I whisper, not really knowing what else to say. I don’t think there are any words to describe the beauty of this bracelet.
Cooper pulls it out of the box then takes my hand and puts it on my wrist. I start fingering the charms. The first one is a light pink heart. Next to it is the number three. “For three years.” I glance over at him for confirmation, which he confirms with a nod. I touch the simple, deep blue charm beside it, trying to think of what it could mean, and he ends up answering my silent thought.
“For the color of your eyes.”
I smile, my heart melting into a serious gigantic puddle. When I finger the next charm I burst into a fit of laughter at the small set of handcuffs. I look over at him to see a sly smile on his face. “Hmm, and you said you didn’t get me handcuffs, you liar.”
