I'd never done anything like this. But I was upset, and there was only one person who could make me forget everything.
I pulled into his driveway next to his truck. The motion light came on, and I took a steadying breath before I got out. If I knocked on his door, there was no going back. I couldn't pretend that our interactions were chance anymore.
I had time to change my mind, but I was still here staring at his porch. Then I remembered what Maverick had said, how Mom was going to set me up on blind dates.
The panicky feeling returned. My heart raced as I walked toward the porch and up the steps. I lifted my hand and let out a breath. I knocked softly at first, then harder.
I waited for a few seconds, thinking there was still time to run to the car and get out of here. But the door opened.
"Aspen?"
He looked so good standing there in a thin long-sleeve shirt—the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, showing off muscled forearms—and the jeans that bulged around his thighs. His hair was slightly damp as if he'd showered after work, and I couldn't resist anymore.
"I need you," was all I said before I launched myself at him, my legs going around his waist and my arms around his neck.
I pulled his head down so that I could kiss him. My lips slammed against his with no finesse.
He stepped back at the force of my weight, his arms quickly coming around to hold me in place. Still holding me in his arms, he shut the door behind us.
I reveled in the strength of his body, letting my purse fall to the floor as he pressed me against the door.
He rolled his jean-clad dick against my center, and I nearly cried out for him. I was primed and ready.
He lifted his head, checking the expression on my face, as if he needed to ensure that I was in this with him. "Fuck. I needed this." Then his mouth was on mine, his hand under my shirt, palming my breast.
I whimpered against the onslaught of sensations. Everything was happening at once. He wanted me. He hadn't minded that I'd shown up on his doorstep and thrown myself at him.
He was into me too. It was a heady feeling. One I didn't want to let go of.
Everything fell away. The pressure and expectations. The panicked sensation. I wanted to feel alive. I let my head fall back against the door as he kissed down my neck.
"I can't get enough of you."
I wanted to say me too, but his lips were on mine, and the words disappeared. He tore his mouth from mine. "You want it against the door? Or you want to take this upstairs?"
I thought about it for a second. "I need you inside me now."
"Done," he said simply, his jaw tight as he let my feet reach the floor. We pulled off our clothes until we were naked, and then I was in his arms and pressed against the door, his dick at my entrance.
"We're not doing condoms anymore?" he said, his muscles braced.
I shook my head, needing to feel all of him. "No."
"Thank Christ." Then he slid home, and I was overwhelmed with the stretch and burn. "I can't go slow."
"I don't want you to." I tugged on his hair, and he pulled back before snapping his hips. Each thrust built that feeling inside me, the one that I never wanted to end. I wanted to build and build and never feel the delicious release.
I wanted to live inside this moment where no worries existed. I wanted to create a bubble around us, never leaving. But this wasn't real or long lasting. It was just for now, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.
This was his house.
My brothers always complained that they weren't invited here. I assumed Cooper preferred his privacy, and I was grateful for that now. Here, I could do whatever I wanted. And I had no intention of leaving until I got what I needed.
"I fucking love this," he mumbled against my skin, his words punctuated by his thrusts.
The orgasm was right there, threatening to overtake me. But it wasn't enough. It never would be. I had to hold onto him as long as I could. I didn't want to leave.
That panicky feeling crept in again.