The Final Temptation (10 page)

I’m about to beg him for it right here, right now, but I don’t get the chance because he quickly deposits me in the car. When he peels away I look over and see that he’s going seven over the legal limit, the exact same speed he gave me a ticket for. “Better be careful, Coop, or I will have to call you in. I know this cop who is a real stickler with that shit around these parts.” He grunts, not finding my sarcasm funny. I think about the ticket that is still sitting in my car. “I still can’t believe you actually gave me a ticket.”

There’s a slight twitch to his lips. “If you would have gone to pay for the ticket already you would know it doesn’t exist.”

“Come again?” I ask, thinking I misunderstood him. “What do you mean it doesn’t exist?”

“I mean exactly that. It’s a fake.”

My mouth drops open in shock. “Then why the hell did you even bother to give me one?”

“Because you needed to be put in your place for fucking with me like you did. And since I couldn’t fuck the sass out of you I decided to join in and play your little game.” He looks over at me, his smirk spreading. “Except my way.”

I gape at him, aghast. “What if I had gone to pay for it?”

He shrugs. “I made sure Cliff knew about it. I also told him that when you came in to make sure he called me. I didn’t want to miss your reaction.”

My eyes narrow at his smugness.
Why, the sneaky, clever bastard.
Leaning over, my hand finds his erection through his dress pants. His grin vanishes and I hear him inhale sharply. “Mmm, too bad I didn’t find out about this sooner, because I would have paid you back so good,” I whisper in his ear. “If you thought the bikini in my hot tub was torture that’s nothing to what you would have come home to find.” I lick his earlobe. “Me, in your bed.”
Nip.
“Waiting for you all naked and needy.”
Nip.
“And since you wouldn’t have touched me, I would have done it myself. I would have shown you exactly what I’ve done to myself for the last three years every time I thought about you.”

Nothing less than a sound that you could describe as animalistic erupts deep from within his chest before he rips my hand away from him. “Oh, Kayla, you just played with some serious fire, baby, and you are going to get burned for it.”

His threat has a fierce ache igniting between my thighs. Thankfully, we pull up to his place only a short minute later. Just as we enter his building he picks me up, then our hands and mouths are out of control once again. We bang against the hallway walls as we make our way to his door, refusing to have our lips apart from one another.

I release a startled yelp when he stumbles. “Shit, fuck,” he curses, but gains his footing quickly. “Sorry, baby, pretend that didn’t happen.”

I laugh into our kiss, loving that I make him feel this way—out of control, frantic, desperate—the same way he has always made me feel.

He pins me against the door as he fumbles to unlock it, then once we’re in he slams it behind him. I feel us rush through his apartment just before the cool, soft mattress of his bed meets my back. I try to keep him close, but he doesn’t allow it. He releases my mouth and quickly slips out of my arms, drawing a disappointed moan from me. I recover from it quickly though when his lips find the swells of my breasts. My nipples strain painfully under the silk of my dress, craving his attention. I push his head down when he takes too long, and feel him smile against my supple flesh just before his teeth graze my stiff peak through the thin material.

With a fiery moan I arch up for more, but he doesn’t give it to me. Instead the fucker tortures me, only giving me a tease over my dress, then lowers himself down my silk-covered body, bringing his mouth to the spot that I ache for him most. I feel his hands go to the slit just before he tears it higher, revealing my black panties. He brings his mouth against the wet lace and gives me a gentle kiss.

“Please, Cooper, I want more. I need more,” I plead with a whimper.

“Soon, baby, but first you’re going to back up that mouth of yours.” I barely comprehend his words before he shreds my panties from my hips with one swift pull.

I gasp at the unexpected act but it quickly trails off on a moan.
Oh shit, that was so damn hot.

“Jesus, you’re fucking perfect.” My eyes fall closed when I feel his warm breath hit my bare center, and my hips rise—seeking his pleasure. When he doesn’t give me the attention I want, I open my eyes to see him on his knees, staring up at me, right over my most intimate part. “Touch yourself, Kayla, show me how you have pleasured this sweet pussy while waiting for me.”

Heat explodes through me at his erotic words. “I’ll do it if you show me, too.” I challenge.

He smiles at me, and it’s a smile that has my heart skipping a beat. “You wanna see me stroke my cock, baby?”

I nod, my throat suddenly too dry to speak. He stands with confidence and rids himself of his shirt first, giving me a view that has my heart stalling in my chest.
God he is beautiful.
His shoulders are broad and strong, his chest defined and his abs perfectly cut until they taper off into that sexy v—

“Get moving, Kayla.”

My eyes snap to his and I quirk a brow at the order. “My you’re awfully bossy.”

“I told you, baby, that’s the only way it works with me in here.”

“Hmmm, that you did. But just an FYI, the only time this is acceptable is when our clothes are off. Otherwise, don’t press your luck.”

“Like you are right now with that mouth of yours?” I give him a wink, letting him know that’s exactly what I’m doing. “Stop stalling, Kayla.”

I can tell I’m pushing it, so, with a smile, I give him what he wants. I slowly trail my hand down between the center of my breasts and over the silk material. His heated gaze follows my path, warming me from the inside out. My hand freezes, hovering just above my destination, when Cooper moves to undo his belt, and I wait with bated breath for what I’m sure is going to be the sexiest thing I will ever see in my life. He unbuttons his dress slacks then drops his pants only enough to free himself.

All the air leaves my lungs at first sight of his cock.
Oh sweet baby jesus and all that is holy, it’s even bigger and hotter than I thought it would be.

“Now, Kayla, give me what I want.” His gruff demand penetrates through my sexual fog. Continuing my descent, I reach down and slide two of my fingers through my wet flesh. A strangled noise escapes me as I find the bundle of nerves that is screaming for attention. “No. Don’t stay there, keep moving, baby. Go inside. I wanna see your fingers fuck your tight, little pussy.”

I whimper, both at his dirty words and in need for wanting to give myself release, but I do as he says and enter both of my fingers deep inside of me. I gasp in pleasure at the snug feel and arch up into my hand.

A low growl penetrates through the heated silence. “That-a-girl, show me what you did while thinking about me.” I pump my fingers in and out, all the while watching with rapt fascination as he strokes himself. “Do you like watching me stroke my cock, Kayla?”

“Yes,” I answer truthfully, my voice barely above a whisper.

“This is what I have done almost every night while thinking about all the ways I was going to fuck you.”

His words have fire erupting inside of me, my need for release so strong that it’s painful. I bring the heel of my hand to grind against my throbbing clit. My stomach tightens and my breathing accelerates with my impending orgasm.

“No, stop.” Cooper rips my hand away just before I detonate and it’s enough to make me cry.

“Cooper, please. I…”

“Shhh. I got you, baby.” He drops to his knees in front of me then takes my two fingers into his mouth, sucking my arousal off of them and groans. “You taste as fucking good as I knew you would.” Leaning down, he runs his warm, wet tongue through my aching center.

“Ahh, god.” My entire body jolts off the bed and my fingers wind in his hair tightly, forcing him to stay exactly where he is.

He splays his hand along my lower tummy and holds me in place while he devours me like a starved man. I was already so close to exploding that I know I’m going to erupt at any moment. My feet find their place on his broad shoulders and I thrust up against the perfection of his mouth. “That’s it, baby, fuck my mouth.” His words vibrate against my clit and reverberate through my entire body.

“Oh god, I’m going to come. Right now.” As soon as the words escape past my lips he thrusts a single finger inside of me and it sends me crashing over the edge with an intensity that steals my breath. Ecstasy rushes through every nerve ending in my body and Cooper draws out my orgasm, making it last so long I think I could die from it. Once my final tremors subside, he eases his mouth away and kisses the inside of my thigh. I take a moment to try and steady my breathing as I float back down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

Cooper stands, his pants still undone but his cock now back in his underwear. My eyes travel up his hard, bare body that is nothing short of perfection—a body that I have wanted to touch and taste for so long. I glance over at his bedside clock and see we have five minutes. Looking back at him, my gaze collides with his intense one as he stares down at me with undisguised hunger, and I feel a smile tug at my lips. “Mmm, I always knew that mouth of yours was capable of the best things.” Getting to my knees, I reach for the side zipper, underneath my arm, and unzip my dress. The straps slip down my shoulders and the silk falls away easily, leaving me completely bare. His eyes turn to liquid fire as he devours my naked body.

I crawl over top of the soft material until I’m directly in front of him and reach out tentatively to touch him. I’m a little worried that he won’t let me, like last time, but he grabs my wrist and guides my hand to rest on his hard, defined abdomen. His gaze never wavers from mine as he leans down and claims my mouth. It isn’t like any of the kisses we’ve had yet. It’s not frantic and desperate, it’s slow and deliberate. It sends warmth through my entire body and my heart into a tailspin.

When he pulls back I take a minute before opening my eyes, wanting to bask in this moment as long as possible. When I eventually open them I see him watching me with a small smile and I can’t help but return one of my own. “You really can do wonders with that mouth of yours, McKay, and now I’m going to show you what mine is capable of.”

Leaning down, I kiss his toned stomach before trailing my tongue along the contours of his abs. As much as I would like to take hours to explore every inch of his body I know I don’t have much time before he will have me on my back again, so I head right to the good stuff. I hook my thumbs on the inside of his waistband and pull his pants down just enough for his erection to spring free. I don’t bother to finish ridding him of them before fisting his thick cock in my hand, loving the smooth, hard feel of it. He hisses out a breath and pumps himself into my firm grasp. When a pearl of clear fluid leaks from the tip I lean in and lick it clean, loving the salty taste of him.

With a growl he weaves his fingers in my hair, and the firm grip stings my scalp in the best way. “Take me in, Kayla. All of me.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. Looking up at him with a smirk, I take him all the way in until he hits the back of my throat, then I suck back to the tip, making sure to run my tongue on the underside of it.

“Ah fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby, suck my dick just like that.” I move to repeat the motion but he beats me to it and thrusts back in. A whimper escapes me and my clit flares to life again from his control. He sets the pace, which is hard and fast. I relax my throat and take him as far as I can, and grip the base where my mouth can’t reach. He tugs my head back a bit so our gazes collide, and keeps his pace, his eyes wild with lust. “You like it when I fuck this sassy mouth of yours, Kayla?”

I moan, letting him know that I love it, and I do. I usually don’t like to be told what to do, but this guy can do anything he wants to me when our clothes are off. Hell, even with our clothes on I think I would do anything he says, which is a little scary.

“This is what I pictured doing to you every time you mouthed off to me. It drove me fucking crazy and you knew it.”

Yes, I did. It’s why I loved riling him up, because I knew one day he would make me pay for it in the dirtiest ways possible.

I feel him grow harder just before he pulls out of my mouth with lightning speed. “Why are you stopping?” I ask through labored breaths, my mouth watering for his taste.

“Because it’s almost time and there is nothing in the world that will stop me from claiming what I have been waiting years to do.” He leans down and pulls something from his pants pocket before putting a hand on my chest and coaxing me to lie down. I scoot back a little closer to the headboard then watch him as he opens the condom and sheathes himself. His gaze is fierce as he crawls over top of me, his hard, bare body blanketing mine, sending a beautiful warmth flowing through me. I feel his erection on the inside of my thigh and my heart rate speeds up in anticipation. I’m not nervous though; I have wanted this for too damn long.

Cooper’s expression softens as he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “There are so many ways I want to take you, so many things I want to do to you. But for now I’m going to go slow and savor every minute of it, and I’ll try to make it as painless as possible for you.”

As much as I like his dominant side, I love this side of him too—his softer side. “It will be perfect because it’s with you,” I tell him truthfully.

He presses a kiss to my forehead then rises up on one arm and runs his erection through my wet flesh, coating it with my arousal. I moan when he grazes my sensitive clit. We both glance at the clock to see it’s one minute after midnight.

“Kayla?” I look back at him to see a small smile on his face. “Happy birthday, baby.” Then he enters me with one smooth thrust. I gasp. The sting of pain is the most exquisite I’ve ever felt. A deep groan erupts from his chest as he stills and gives me time to adjust. His back muscles are tight and strained under my fingertips. “Shit. Just relax, baby.” I relax my knees that have a strong grip on his hips, and breathe through the fullness of him. “Better?” he asks a moment later.