Torrid Little Affair (Forbidden Desires #3)

Cooper

I wasn’t sure if Corinne expected a slow lesson in seduction-the controlled and methodic removal of each piece of clothing before finally making our way to the bed.

But this wasn’t that.

Once we were tucked inside my penthouse, I kicked the door shut, pulling her to my chest as my mouth crashed down onto hers. The way she’d pleasured me in the coat closet wasn’t nearly enough to satiate my want for her.

In a heartbeat, we were kissing deeply, grasping, clawing at each other as we fought to get even closer.

“Tell me to stop. Tell me to be careful with you.”

“No.” Her eyes met mine with a clash of want and need. “Take me how you need me.”

After weeks of careful foreplay, now that this moment was here, I couldn’t seem to make myself stop and go slow with her. Lifting her into my arms, I marched us back toward my bedroom in easy strides. Soon, she was stripped completely bare, and though I wanted to stand there like some love-struck prick and admire her, Corinne was just as wild, grasping at my belt and all but ripping open my pants.

I was all too happy to oblige her.

“We have all night,” I reminded her, dropping a kiss to her collarbone.

She shook her head. “Need you. Please, Coop.” Her voice was a soft plea, and here in the darkness of my bedroom, I knew it would be impossible to slow down. We’d been building to this moment for too long.

After wrestling my unruly dick into a condom, I joined her on the bed, moving between her thighs. “Tell me if I do something you don’t like . . .”

Corinne shook her head. “I want you.”

Kissing her deeply, I sensed she was ready. And when she lifted her hips, rubbing her wet pussy along the underside of my shaft, I knew she was right. The time for conversation was over.

Lining myself up between her thighs, I began to push in slowly.

She was so tight, so amazingly perfect. It took her body a moment to adjust and accommodate mine, and while that happened, she whimpered and shifted restlessly beneath me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. All that flushed pink skin and those ample curves. She was so hot and responsive beneath me.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

“Don’t,” I warned. I drew a breath in slowly as I eased myself inside. “It’s been a while, yeah?”

She nodded, and though I wanted to hear her story, wanted to know why she kept herself locked away in some ivory tower like a princess, I didn’t press. I couldn’t have formed the thoughts coherently right now even if I’d wanted to.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me that you’re okay, dove.”

Her gaze latched onto mine as she clung to my biceps.

God, she made me feel so big, so fucking powerful, that I was lost. Lost to everything about this woman-her scent, the sweet pleasure-filled sounds she was making, the grip of her body around mine. It was so, so good. I didn’t think anything, ever, had felt better. Not to mention how hard she’d made me work to get here. We’d been out countless times. I’d wooed her and lusted after her, craving her until I practically couldn’t take it anymore. I’d have given her anything she asked for in that moment.

“You’re so big. But I love it.”

I placed one hand beneath her head, cradling her there, the other planted flat against the bed as I began moving my hips in slow, deliberate thrusts. She made me feel out of control and grounded all at once.

“Talk to me, beautiful,” I groaned out through a rush of breath. “How does it feel?”

“So good. So, so good,” she whispered, her breaths coming fast now.

“Is this how you like it?”

She nodded, and I felt the movement of her head bob where it was tucked against my throat. “You’re perfect.”

I knew exactly what she meant.

Everything about this moment was exquisitely, painfully perfect. Like it would never again be this shiny, this new, this amazing ever again.

But the sweet, blissful friction building between us refused to be ignored. As Corinne became more vocal, more eager-tilting her pelvis to meet mine, thrusting against me in time with my strokes-I began to move a little faster.

We’d never had intercourse, so as much as I wanted to think I knew her body by now, I didn’t want to take anything for granted. Now wasn’t the time to get cocky. This was about wringing as much pleasure from her body as I could.

“Dove,” I groaned, sliding back until we were still connected, but just barely.

She let out a frustrated sound at the loss of me. God, that sound was addicting.

“Just need to know if you’ll come like this, or if you need more,” I whispered.

“More, please,” she said on a sigh.

I could have chuckled. She’d transformed so much from the shy girl I’d embarrassed in my office. Now she was a confident, mature woman, willing to vocalize what she needed in bed. It had been a beautiful transformation.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I groaned, sliding back inside her. Angling my hips with each thrust to press against her inner walls, I slid my fingers between us, rubbing her clit in gentle circles. She made a wordless sound of pleasure, and a smile blossomed on my lips.

“You are so sexy.” Leaning down to kiss her lips, I whispered all the beautiful things she meant to me while she writhed beneath me.

My thrusts strengthened, my hips pinning her to the mattress as my own climax grew near. After a few minutes more, I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer. She felt so incredibly good-so fucking tight-and she was so responsive, my orgasm was like a freight train bearing down on me.

“Come for me, dove,” I whispered.

Corinne was so close, and my words seemed to shove her over the edge. “Yes, Cooper. Yes, yes.” She moaned, nipping and sucking against my throat as she trembled beneath me.

The moment her pussy tightened around me, my own climax ripped through me. My cock bucked almost violently inside her as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had shattered through me.

“Fuck.” Rolling to my side, I mourned the loss of her body. I wasn’t generally a cuddler-at least, I hadn’t been in a long time-but tugging her against my chest was a powerful instinct. I needed her close, needed her safe. I needed her to understand that I would protect her, that I would look out for her needs. Emotional, physical, all of them.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Still out of breath, I gasped out, “That was . . .”

“Everything,” she finished for me.