“Killing me. The way you press those pretty little thighs together… But it’s a death I’ll take every time.”
Sutton’s mouth dropped open, forming a perfect little O.
“Tell me what you need, Warrior. You want to be in charge? Take it.”
Sparks flashed in those turquoise eyes, lighting them from within. “I want you, Cope. I want you to take me. I want to know what it’s like to lose myself in you and forget my own name. I want it all.”
“About fucking time,” I muttered. And then I was on her.
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.
