Psychic Link (Linked Inc. Book 2) by Kate Allenton Page B

in case you change your mind.”
    Moisture gathered between her thighs. “I’m clean too. I’m just not on birth control. I hadn’t had a need until…you.”
    Cooper’s jaw clenched as if he was lost in thought as he glanced at the private pool as they turned into their room. He opened the door and ushered her inside, only letting go to lock the door. He stroked her arms and kissed her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. “What now?”
    She hadn’t needed to ask. He slowly lowered the zipper of her dress. His warm palms touched her back as he eased them to her cup her breasts. The dress slid easily down her arms and pooled at her feet. She was naked from the waist down. Only her black lacy bra covered her breasts, and he had no problem unhooking it and divesting her of that too.
    His hands skimmed up her waist to cradle her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples. Coop pressed tightly against her back, his hard cock trapped between them. The need to touch him consumed her every thought as he tweaked her nipples again, shooting a direct path to her wet core.
    She wiggled her ass against him, hoping now was the time he’d ravish her. He released her breasts, stepping back to put an inch of space between them. Coolness greeted her back. “You want more, don’t you, Cara?”
    His fingers trailed a slow path down her stomach between her folds. He slid a finger inside her. “You want me here?”
    “Yes.”
    He released his hold. “Get on the bed.”
    The butterflies in her belly danced with delight as she climbed on top of the covers and held his gaze. She watched as he stripped his clothes, the shirt falling carelessly to the floor as he reached for the button on his pants. He’d stripped from head to toe in less than a minute, his eagerness fanning the flames of her desire. He was beautiful from the muscles of his tanned chest to the determination in his eyes. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, and he wanted her.
    He stood at the end of the bed and stroked his erection, a bead of precum forming on the tip. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
    “Tell me you have condoms and not the ones my aunt gave you.”
    “Perks of the honeymoon suite.” He moved to the bedside table and pulled out a box, tossing it onto the bed. He crawled up the mattress, settling between her thighs. Coop made a trail of kisses up her stomach, his lips making her burn, to her breast where he took it in his mouth, his tongue laving the hardened peak.
    She held his head and arched her back, pressing closer to him. Sparks were shooting from her breasts throughout her body, every nerve ending lighting up.
    He reached for the box of condoms, sliding one out, as he teased her nipple with his teeth before releasing it. He sat back on his legs and held her gaze while he made quick work of sheathing his length.
    The scent of latex filled the air, and she felt her stomach clench in anticipation of what was to come.
    “Do I need the safe word?” she asked as she lay back and smiled up at him.
    “No. That playtime is over.” He winked. “Although I do have some handcuffs in case you want to continue.”
    He rested his elbow next to her and used his other hand to slide his cock through her wet folds, teasing her until she wanted to beg. “How are you enjoying your one-night stand?”
    “I’ll enjoy it more when you quit teasing me.”
    He slid inside her, not stopping until he was seated to the hilt. The move took her breath away as he deliciously stretched her walls, making her feel more complete than she had ever felt before. “Is that better?”
    “God yeah.”
    He took up a slow, easy rhythm of thrust and retreat, the friction from his cock giving her the best kind of chills. Cara scraped her nails down his back as his movement increased, the headboard banging into the wall with every stroke. He kissed her lips as he pounded into her, his thrusts getting harder and faster until she could barely catch