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  “You’re . . . big,” she whispered.

  Not that big, but hell, he wasn’t going to argue the point. “Hold that thought,” he said, and went to the little goodie basket, which amongst other things, had condoms. On the way back to the chair, he grabbed the vibrator she’d left on the bed, shooting her a grin that changed hers from anticipatory to . . . nervous.

  He decided he liked that. He liked that a lot.

  Twenty-one

  If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.

  —Breanne Mooreland’s journal entry

  Breanne stared at the glowing vibrator in Cooper’s hand, so innocuous-looking—until he twisted the end and it buzzed to life.

  The sound of humming filled the air, making her body hum as well. “Um . . .”

  “Come here, Breanne.”

  Her feet stood rooted to the spot. He wasn’t touching her, nothing was, but her nipples were hard, and between her legs she throbbed.

  Then she lifted her gaze to Cooper’s, and at the long, slow, hot-eyed look he shot her, she swallowed hard.

  He set the basket of condoms on the floor beside the chair and sat, crooking his finger at her.

  She went, and when she got close, he pulled her down on his hips, his hands urging her thighs wide over his so that she straddled him.

  “Mmm,” rumbled from his chest at the skin-to-skin contact. Holding her legs sprawled open, he leaned forward, put his mouth on her throat, kissing his way over to her shoulder, from which he took a little bite. She jumped when he brought his other hand up, trailing the vibrator along first one inner thigh, then the other.

  And then between.

  She felt the jolt clear to her toes, and put her hand over his.

  He lifted his gaze. “Too unromantic?”

  Unromantic was exactly what she wanted here, to keep her heart out of the mix. “No. It’s just that—” She felt herself blush.

  “You’ve never used one of these before?” he guessed.

  “Only for a flashlight,” she admitted, sucking in a breath when the vibrator slid even higher, rumbling lightly, tingling her flesh, making her pulse leap with both excitement and trepidation.

  “Ready?” he murmured.

  “Um—” She broke off with a gasp when he sucked a nipple into his warm mouth at the exact moment he hit ground zero with the vibrator.

  Her body tightened, strained, and the sound that tore from her throat was not a no, don’t but a definite oh, please. An on-the-edge oh, please, to boot.

  Slowly he circled the tip around, dipping into her own wetness, spreading it, and then back to her happy spot, just skimming lightly over her sensitive flesh.

  She jerked again, let out another of those shockingly needy whimpers, and arched up for more. Suddenly her skin felt too tight, her pulse beat in her ears so loudly she could hear nothing but the rush of her own blood, heading south, pooling between her legs.

  Another slow, purposeful circle of the vibrator, combined with a hot, wet glide of his tongue over her other nipple, and she was actually going to come without straining for it. In less than thirty seconds. “Cooper—”

  “You taste amazing.” Lifting his head a fraction, he stared down at her breast and lightly blew out a breath. “Do you know that?”

  Luckily he didn’t seem to require an answer, leaving her free to moan again.

  And at the sound, he eased back, and she had to bite her lip rather than beg for more.

  He was watching her. He knew exactly what she wanted, damn him. “Hurry,” she managed, knowing she sounded too desperate, too impatient. She didn’t care. She arched toward him.

  His answer was another maddeningly slow circle of the vibrator, and just as she nearly tossed herself over the chasm into a glorious orgasm, he pulled back again, brought it to his mouth and licked the tip. “Amazing,” he repeated huskily.

  Staring at him, something within her snapped. Grabbing the vibrator, she tossed it aside, wrapped her fingers around his erection, sighing her pleasure at finding him both so silky and steely, and rubbed the very tip of him against her.

  In. She needed him in.

  “God, Bree.” His fingers dug into her hips as he held her off, his expression tight. “Wait,” he ground out.

  No. No waiting. He was thick, even just the head of him—all she could get at the moment—stretched her. It felt glorious. She rocked her hips, wanting more.

  He caved with a softly uttered “fuck,” and thrust into her, making her gasp with pleasure.

  “The bed,” he ground out. “I want to—”

  “Here. Now.” Fast and hard. Just two bodies straining toward the same thing. No minds, and especially no hearts, no souls. She rocked again, running her hands down his damp chest. His body was tense and quivering, every muscle straining. “Please, now.”

  “Condom, then,” he grated out, sweat breaking out on his brow as he struggled to remain still. “Get it.”

  Reaching down into the basket, she pulled out the first one her fingers touched. “Very berry,” she read on the purple-colored prophylactic. “Grape flavored.” She looked at him. “Yum.”

  This ripped a rough, laughing groan from his throat as he took it from her fingers, tore it open, and stroked it down his length. He stroked a thumb over her throbbing flesh. “I wish you’d let me—”

  “No, let me.” And she guided him home.

  “Slow,” he said tightly, jaw bunched, his gaze never leaving hers.

  “There’s no slow tonight.” She needed the oblivion, needed him to be the one to give it to her, and she sank down on him, almost melting at the feel of him gliding all the way home.

  His quiet “Oh, yeah” mingled with hers. She would have moved on him, had to move on him, but his fingers dug into her hips, holding her. “Just for a second,” he whispered, stroking a strand of hair from her eyes, looking at her so intensely, so sweetly, so incredibly deeply, she felt her throat tighten.

  “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. No sweetly. No deeply. No tenderness at all. Closing her eyes, she took his mouth in a kiss, entwining her hands with his so that she could lift up until he almost slipped out of her, then sinking back down. “Like this,” she said, and as if she finally broke his reins, he swore lavishly and took over, arching up thrust for thrust, hips pistoning wildly as he took her. Hard. Fast.

  She cried out, but he swallowed the sound with his mouth, one hand on her bottom, guiding her down as he arched up, his other hand in her hair, holding her head for his possessing, fierce kiss.

  Hot.

  Wild.

  Out of control as they gasped for breath, damp flesh slapping against damp flesh, fingers digging into trembling muscles . . . and then straining toward that finish line she’d wanted, where a turbulent whirlpool of colliding sensations waited.

  Breanne got there first; she felt it building, felt it sweep over her, an unstoppable freight train homeward bound. Through a kaleidoscope of lights going off in her head, she heard Cooper let out a low, guttural groan as he found his own release. Still trembling, she fell over his hot, damp chest, snuggling in when he wrapped his arms around her tight.

  “Jesus,” he breathed softly in her hair, his arms still trembling. After a long moment he sagged back and looked at her from beneath those sexy, heavy-lidded eyes.

  Okay, no big deal, she thought. Sure, she’d broken her nomen rule, but she’d managed to keep her heart and soul safe and tucked in. But she hadn’t accomplished that by meeting his see-all eyes and letting him warm her from the inside out. “Well.” She smiled with forced cheer and didn’t look at him. “That was fun.” She tried to get up, but he held on.

  He was still inside her, not hard but not soft, either. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he forced her head back so that he could look at her. Suddenly his eyes weren’t so sleepy. “Fun?”

  She swallowed hard at the indescribable expression on his face. “Yeah, you know. As in, let’s do it again sometime.”