Free Injury by Val Tobin Page B

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you don’t mind my opinion, but I couldn’t interfere, because you chose to be
with him.”
    Not wanting to discuss Henderson with Cope, Dani changed the
subject. “What happens now? Between us, I mean?”
    “What would you like to happen between us?”
    “I like spending time with you?”
    “Is that a question?” As if unaware he was doing it, Cope
kissed the top of her head.
    “No. I mean, it sounded like a question, but I know I like
spending time with you. When we’re not together, I miss you, and I want to hear
your voice, tell you little things. Sometimes, I talk to you in my head because
I want to tell you something and you’re not there.”
    “I can fix that. I’d love to spend more time with you. My
parents are having a party on Saturday night. Come with me.”
    Dani sucked in her breath. “To your parents’ house?” What
would his parents think of her? Never mind. She wanted to see him. If she
didn’t go with him, she’d spend Saturday night without him, and he’d ask someone
else instead. “Yes, I’d like that.”
    “Great. I’ll pick you up around seven ... ” He said it in a
whisper and trailed off. Cope slid a hand under her chin and raised her mouth
up to meet his. They kissed, light nibbles at first, then more insistent, demanding,
each devouring the other.
    The earth seemed to tilt when Cope lowered Dani backward
onto the bed. With one hand, he captured first her right wrist, then the left,
and raised her arms above her head. He stopped the kiss, and she gasped in
protest.
    “Do you want to keep going?”
    Dani nodded, whimpered.
    “Say it.” Cope’s body draped half on her.
    Dani pulled her wrists free and cupped his face with her
hands. “Yes. I want to keep going. Don’t you dare stop.” A slight hiss
emphasized the ‘s’ in stop, the ache for him rising through her body.
    Cope plunged his mouth back onto hers, lips and tongue
working on her, tasting her. Dani moaned. She’d never wanted anyone the way she
wanted Cope right now. The weight of his body on hers wasn’t enough.
    Fingers trembling, Dani plucked at the buttons on his shirt.
He rolled to the side to give her room, and one of his hands brushed her thighs
and slid under her dress.
    The shirt peeled back to reveal a taut, muscular chest. With
frantic movements, Dani stripped the shirt from his arms, even though it meant
pulling his hands from her body. Freed from the shirt, Cope gripped the bottom
of Dani’s dress, pulled it up and over her head, and tossed it to the floor.
Dani kicked off her shoes while unbuckling Cope’s pants and came close to
ripping the button off them in her frenzy.
    “Take them off, now.” Dani panted and tugged at Cope’s
pants. “Don’t make me beg.”
    A growl sounded from low in his throat, and he slid his
pants and underwear off and hurled them to the floor. Dani slipped off her
thong and with the distracting clothing out of the way, attacked his body with
gusto.
    “You’re so fit.” She loved the hard, smooth lines of his
chest and arms and ran a hand along the curve of his ass.
    Warm palms massaged and kneaded her breasts, her butt, and
her thighs, moving, caressing, and leaving her breathless, while his mouth
feasted on hers. Dani lost herself in him, savored his touch, which covered the
gamut from tender and gentle to passionate and forceful.
    When she was ready to take him into her, Cope put on a
condom. Dani used her hand to guide him and wrapped her legs around his waist
in a deep desire to be one with him.
    “Ah, Daniella. Oh, God.” The cries, soft, urgent,
reverberated in her ear and stimulated her to move faster—meet force with more
force.
    “Robert. Oh, Robert.” Need. Dani was need and nothing else. Take me, please, just take me. But she
didn’t say it out loud, willing him to know it. And to her delight, he did.
    He made love to her in a way she’d never experienced. She
responded to him, received his ardor, and absorbed it. Cries and moans escaped
her