Free Deep Diving by Cate Ellink

electricity.
    He licks at the nipped flesh. With a huge grin, he lets my legs go and straddles me on the bed. ‘Don’t you like being bitten?’
    I trace the edge of his lower lip with my fingertip. ‘I didn’t dislike it. The shock made me jump.’
    ‘So I could bite you again?’ His words are laced with suggestion.
    ‘Maybe.’ I grin.
    Cooper, kneeling, runs his hands down the outer edge of my body before grasping my hips and leaning onto them. He’s heavy but most of his weight must be on his knees. His gaze drills me. ‘What else can I do?’
    I laugh. ‘I signed up for sex, not 20 questions.’
    After a brief grimace and a little frown, he says, ‘I don’t want to do something and end up on a television program because of it.’
    Visions of news coverage about football players being lambasted for sexual exploits pop into my mind. I haven’t paid a lot of attention but even I’m aware of what he’s talking about. ‘I’m not a media girl. For me, what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom.’
    ‘And if we’re not in the bedroom?’ A wicked gleam comes to his eye.
    I laugh before slipping my hands over his jaw and cheeks. ‘Whatever happens between us, stays between us. I promise. So long as we have condoms and consent, I’ll be fine.’
    He slides against my body until his lips meet mine. His weight settles on me but again, mostly on the bed. His lips nibble so lightly it’s almost as if they’re not moving.
    I open my mouth but instead of accepting my invitation and pushing the kiss further, Cooper pulls back and drops tiny butterfly kisses along my nose to my forehead.
    Our gazes meet, lock and challenge before our mouths follow the same course. There’s nothing gentle about this coming together. The merge is desperate and wild. He fills me, his tongue against mine, against my lips, in my mouth. His scent in my nostrils. I can’t get enough. I writhe beneath his weight, trying to arch and rub my nipples against his chest, feel his cock against my thighs, but I’m as good as pinned down. It’s exhilarating.
    My breathing accelerates as the excitement grows. My body is aching for his touch but the kiss is so intoxicating that I never want it to end. I meet every one of his tongue’s thrusts and parries with my own.
    Great kissing means great chemistry. You can’t kiss someone for any length of time if there isn’t good chemistry between you.
    When our kiss heats to boiling, he tones it down to deep motionless kisses. He nibbles across then slowly sucks on my bottom lip until I’m aching. Then we kiss again, building up, and he slows. All the while his gaze hardly leaves mine.
    When I’m completely kiss-drunk and can’t think of my own name, he lifts and cool air slips between us. He holds himself up on his hands and knees and stares at me, panting.
    ‘Wow.’ I breathe the word but he hears, or reads my lips.
    ‘Hot, huh?’ He gives his cute one-dimple smile, which has my stomach lurching happily.
    After a few moments of staring mindlessly, my senses come back to me. Cooper comes into focus, his eyes sparkling. His breath is a sweet whisper across my lips. His body a warm blanket over me. My mind kicks into gear. ‘It’ll be hotter if you let me on top.’ Grinning what I hope is a tempting smile, I squirm beneath him.
    ‘Why’s that hotter than having you trapped beneath me?’ His hips thrust against mine, emphasising words and punctuating his question, almost stalling my brain function.
    I grin to make sure he knows I’m joking. ‘I won’t have to worry about you falling and squashing me.’ He chuckles and I continue pushing my claim. ‘You’d be able to use your hands on me instead of holding yourself up.’ My body’s desperate for his touch.
    His lips twist and his eyebrow raises. ‘And that’s beneficial to me?’
    ‘Oh, umm…’ Damn, I can’t think of any reason it would benefit him. Oh, hang on . ‘If I’m on top, you’ll get deeper penetration.