28. Sutton

28

SUTTON

Cope didn’t hesitate. There was none of the uncertainty from the dance floor. None of the determination to protect me from himself. It was as if my words had broken some self-imposed dam, leaving only need.

Cope ate up the final space between us in two long strides. His hands sank into my hair, and he pulled me toward him. There was no gentle easing into things. Cope gave me exactly what I’d asked for. He took.

His fingers tightened in my hair, tipping my head back and giving him better access. His tongue dove in, demanding. As his taste flooded me, that minty bite with something uniquely him, my knees nearly buckled.

But Cope didn’t let me fall. One hand slipped to my waist, holding me to him. That’s when I felt it—his hard length pressing against his jeans. My core seized, grasping nothing but how badly I wanted to feel Cope inside me. To know what it was like to have him powering into me with all the force he was capable of .

Cope tore his mouth from mine. “Fuck, Warrior. You taste even better than in my dreams.”

My core fluttered this time as if he were speaking straight to my very center. “Cope,” I breathed.

Those dark-blue eyes hooded, and Cope backed me up until I hit the desk. He lifted me in one easy move, sitting my ass on the edge and sending a pencil holder flying, its contents spilling onto the wooden surface. My legs encircled him on instinct, not wanting to lose the feel of him, even through our clothes. He growled as I pulled him tighter to me.

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” he asked, one corner of his mouth kicking up.

My lips curved in answer as I knocked his ballcap free. “That’s how you get what you want.”

“Damn straight.” Cope’s fingers trailed down my neck to my collarbone. He traced it with featherlight fingertips until he reached the strap of my dress.

My nipples pebbled in response to the touch, the promise, him . He twisted the fabric, pulling it down in a painfully slow move. My breasts came free with the final shift, and Cope’s pupils dilated.

“No bra?” he snarled.

I pressed my lips together to stop a giggle from escaping. “Can’t really wear one with this dress.”

“Fucking hell, Warrior. So goddamned beautiful.” Those clever fingers traced the underside of my breast, and I sucked in a breath, my palms bracing me on the desk. “So perfect.” Those fingertips rose, a single digit tracing the outskirts of my nipple.

The peaks twisted tighter in response, almost painfully, as if every nerve ending in my body was waking up after years of nothing but numbness. Cope’s head dropped, and he took one bud into his mouth, pulling it deep.

I nearly bowed off the desk as I arched into him. A moan slipped from my lips as I lifted one hand to his beautiful hair, my fingers tangled in the strands, gripping him tightly .

Cope let out a growl, sending vibrations through my skin and a rush of wetness between my legs.

“Cope.” His name was a moan, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Just like I couldn’t care that we were in someone’s office at a bar. It only heightened every touch and sensation.

Teeth grazed my nipple, and I pulled Cope’s hair harder, my legs gripping him tighter at the same time. “Killing me,” Cope snarled, pulling free.

He moved before I could say anything, sinking to his knees with a force that made my legs unhook from his waist. Cope’s hands slid up my calves toward my thighs. “I’ve dreamed of what this skin would feel like, of having my hands between these pretty little thighs. Tell me you’ll give that to me.”

My breath came in quick pants as I nodded.

Cope squeezed my legs. “Need your words, Warrior.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

That was all Cope needed. He spread me wide and leaned in, running his nose along the fabric of my lacy thong. “You smell even better than in my dreams, too.”

My legs tried to squeeze closed, but Cope kept them forced wide. There was no escape. I couldn’t help the whimper that slipped from my lips as his finger stroked me over the fabric.

“Memorizing this image. Know it’s only going to get better. But I’m not going to miss a goddamned thing.”

My whole body shuddered as wetness gathered between my thighs. My heart thudded against my ribs as Cope reached for something on the desk. A second later, cool metal slid against my skin. The juxtaposition between that and the heat coursing through me sent a delicious shiver through me. My gaze snapped down, searching out the source.

A pair of scissors.

I gaped as Cope twisted the band of my thong on one hip and snipped the fabric clean through. The cool metal slid across my lower belly, making me suck in a breath. But before I could get out another word, Cope snipped the other side .

“You did not,” I said, staring down at him.

A wolfish grin spread across Cope’s face as he tugged the fabric free. “Saving these.” He reached behind his back and slid the scrap of lace into his pocket.

The sight had more heat and wetness gathering at my core. Cope set the scissors on the desk, and then his hands were back, sliding up my thighs and pushing them wider. Every part of me was on display. For him. And he looked at me the way an artist stared reverently at the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

I squirmed on the desk, and Cope’s hands tightened on my thighs, his gaze lifting to my face. “Don’t hide from me.” One hand slid higher, his finger stroking my seam. “I want all of you. My dreams come to life.”

It was more than heat now. It was the buildup of all my feelings breaking free. Cope was a damn thief, sneaking in and stealing what I didn’t think I’d ever be able to give again. My eyes burned, but that was stolen, too, as his deft fingers teased my opening.

“Cope,” I breathed.

“Love the sound of my name on your lips. But I love your pretty little moans more.” His head moved as he slid two fingers inside me. His tongue lashed across that sensitive flesh in a move that had my ass lifting right off the desk as Cope lifted my legs over his shoulders.

His tongue circled my clit, teasing, toying, and bringing it to attention. My legs gripped him tighter as a sound that was more animal than human left my lips. I should’ve been embarrassed. Should’ve tried to rein myself in. But I couldn’t.

Or maybe it was that I didn’t want to. Cope made me feel reckless for the first time in years. He made me want to reach for a freedom I thought was lost to me forever.

So, I did.

My back arched as I gripped the edge of the desk behind me. Cope’s fingers drove deeper and circled in a twist that had my inner walls trembling.

“Don’t come,” he ordered, speaking against that bundle of nerves. The vibrations only sent my body higher .

“I don’t really control that,” I said between breaths that came out in short pants.

“My girl can hold it back. Fight it off. For me.” Cope’s fingers swirled again, and I let out a whimper. “So beautiful. My warrior.”

His fingers pumped in and out, his tongue flicking out and teasing my clit in a pattern I couldn’t predict. The tempo would be the death of me. I’d have a stroke trying to keep from shattering.

The edge of the desk bit into my palms, and the pressure helped me to fight off the orgasm, but as Cope’s fingers dragged in an arc against my walls, I cried out.

“Please.”

“Didn’t think she could get any more gorgeous. And then she begs.”

Cope’s voice was coated in sandpaper and need. And that only added to his potency. The heels of my boots dug into his back as if I were trying to give him a little of the pain I was experiencing. The discomfort of trying to hold off the tidal wave of sensation.

He let out a growl against my clit. “Want to feel those boots digging into my ass as I take you.”

Fucking hell. This man would kill me. “Then do it,” I snapped, a mixture of desperate need and frustration coursing through me.

Cope read my tone and moved in a flash. “Tell me you’re on birth control.”

The ordered plea only sent more wetness between my legs, my core pulsing as it missed Cope’s fingers. “The pill. I’ve been checked.”

“I get physicals on the regular. Tell me I can take you bare.”

More of that rough plea. It had my nipples tightening to the point of pain. I wanted that. Wanted to feel every part of him, moving in me, releasing. I wanted it all.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Cope’s hands were on the button of his jeans then, his fingers deftly undoing them and sliding them down his thighs. His cock stood at attention, long and thick, and I couldn’t help but swallow.

“Cope… ”

His hand encircled his dick, stroking once, twice. “For the love of God, tell me you aren’t having second thoughts.”

“You have a big dick.” The words were out before I could stop them.

His lips twitched. “Thanks for noticing, baby.”

“I, um, uh?—”

Cope moved between my legs, one hand sliding into my hair and taking hold. “You’re ready for me. Don’t worry, Warrior. It’ll fit.”

I shuddered as his tip bumped my entrance, but my nerves slid away because, God, I wanted him inside me. Cope’s lips skimmed the column of my neck. “Tell me you’re ready.”

There was only one answer. “Yes.”

Cope’s hand tightened in my hair, arching me back as he slid inside in one long, powerful thrust. My mouth fell open in a silent O as he filled me. The sensation fluttered along that line of pleasure and pain, the kind that only drove every feeling higher.

Cope slid out and then back in, deeper this time. “Fucking heaven.”

My legs encircled him, my boots digging into his ass, driving him deeper. It was all he needed. Cope powered into me with a force that had my eyes watering and my muscles quaking.

“Cope,” I whispered.

His fingers tightened in my hair. “Hold on. Need more of you. More of this perfect heat.”

He took me. Over and over. My whole body moved with his, attuned to his every shift.

“Warrior,” he snarled.

I knew he was ready. And that nickname, roughly sworn, tipped me over the edge. I clamped down on Cope, my inner walls convulsing as my heels dug in harder. But he didn’t stop. Every wave of my orgasm only drew him deeper.

With a rough curse, Cope came. The feel of him releasing inside me pulled another wave from my body, and I couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped my lips. Cope rode each tremor, dragging them out until I collapsed back onto the desk .

He ran a hand down my neck, between my breasts, and over my now-bunched dress to circle my navel. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this sight. Need to burn it into my memory.”

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Cope came into focus in snapshots. His hair wild now. His dark-blue eyes lighter. Color in his cheeks. He was more alive than I’d ever seen him. I never wanted to forget this moment either. “You’re beautiful.”

His mouth quirked. “I’ve got nothing on you.”

Slowly, Cope slid out of me, and I couldn’t help the slight wince. His hands were instantly there, gently lifting me, concern all over his face. “Was it too much?”

My hands went to his cheeks, the scruff tickling my palms and reminding me what it had felt like against my thighs. “It was perfect.”

His concern melted into a softness that had the contents of my chest rearranging. Cope leaned over, his lips brushing mine. “Was it worth me breaking the girls’ night rule?”

A laugh bubbled out of me. “Definitely worth it.”

His eyes searched mine. “Stay with me tonight?”

My heart thudded against my chest. This was different. I wasn’t soothing him from a nightmare. It was more. We were more. But I still found one reckless word breaking free. “Yes.”