He palmed my ass, easing back slightly so that he could slip a hand between my legs, and I was a goner. I cried out, my body shaking as the pleasure shot through it. I'd never felt like this with anyone else, as if I couldn't get enough.
He continued to move through my release, chasing his own. I held him tight, wishing that we had something more. That we stuck around to talk afterward, to share our hopes and dreams. That was crazy because Cooper wasn't the kind of guy who did those things with anyone. I'd be an idiot to think he'd be different with me. Great sex didn't equate to a relationship, no matter how much I wanted it to.
He thrust once deep and stilled, dropping his head to mine. "You're killing me."
I laughed. "That wasn't my intention."
He carefully placed me on my feet, stepping back slightly to gaze admiringly at my body. We never had time to really look at each other. "You're absolutely gorgeous like this. Freshly fucked. Skin pink. Hair wild. All this for me."
I held my breath, not sure what to make of this sudden emotion. He wasn't one to say how he felt, but he was waxing poetic about my body. Were things changing for him? Or was I looking too deeply into something that was just physical?
He raised his gaze to meet mine. "I'm not done with you." Then he held his hand out to me.
I smirked as I placed my hand in his. "That's good, because I'm not done with you either."
"Let's take a shower. I want to explore this body."
I didn't think it was possible to want someone again so soon, but my skin was already heating. He led the way upstairs through his room and into his bathroom. It was large and updated, in dark grays and crisp whites. A masculine space yet clean and inviting.
He turned on the water, then he faced me. "Why'd you come over?"
"I needed this." I needed him. "But I wasn't sure you weren't going to throw me out."
He didn't answer me, but his eyes darkened with what I hoped was desire. "I wasn't expecting to see you on my porch."
"I didn't exactly plan for this. My brother said something, and—" I broke off, not sure I wanted to share it with him.
He tensed. "Which one?"
"Morgan."
He raised a brow. "Does he know?"
I shook my head. "He said Mom is trying to set me up with blind dates because I can't find a man for myself apparently. Not that I want to."
"He said that to me too." He tested the water and reached for my hand, pulling me under the stream.
Was he worried about me going out on dates? When I'd shown up on his doorstep, he hadn't seemed to be questioning anything, other than whether I really wanted a quickie.
"Is that what you want to do?" Cooper squirted shower gel onto his hand and then smoothed it over my body.
My skin was tingling from the attention. "What is that exactly?"
He paused the movement of his hands. "Go on blind dates."
"I do not want my mom setting me up on blind dates. There are so many things wrong with that statement." Was it my imagination, or had he relaxed though?
He continued moving his hands, making my nerve endings come alive. "I don't want to come between you and your family."
At least he hadn't said he didn't want to stop me from finding a man. "I'm fairly sure that what we're doing could be a problem."
His lips twitched. "Yeah, but they're never going to find out."
I let out a breath. "That means we can't be reckless."
He sobered. "You want to keep this to our homes? No more random hookups in public?"
My body heated at the memory of what we'd done all over town. "That would be smart but?—"