Free Find Me by Cait Jarrod Page B

hair. “Ready?”
    She panted. Anticipating him inside her was a whole new type of foreplay. “Are you serious? I’ve been ready.”
    “Are you sure? Cause I can take the leisurely route.”
    “Stop, and get inside me!”
    He chuckled. “Now, you’re talking.” Their laugher dissipated with him entering her ever so slowly.
    Exquisite sensations filled every feminine nerve cell. “Oh, my God!” She bucked and grabbed his butt.
    “No, just Coop,” he whispered beside her ear then kissed the tip of her nose. “Okay.”
    She got it. He wanted his name on her lips. “Coop, yeah.”
    After a wonderful, blissful second, he moved, pulling almost out of her before thrusting forward. The act not fast, but purposeful; he wasn’t having sex, but making love. Tears surfaced. How had she not paid attention to this gorgeous, smart man who made her feel alive in every way? How had she even thought to look elsewhere? Moisture slid down her cheek. Easy, as teens he didn’t act interested in anything more from her than friendship. But holy moly in a hand basket, he was her heart and soul. He made her tick.
    “Hey, no crying during sex,” he said tenderly, wiping his thumb over her cheek.
    “I love you. I really, really love you.”
    He locked his eyes on hers. The intensity so strong an orgasm threatened, but she refused to let it release. Their first time, they should explode together. “Lyse,” he said with such desperation he sounded like he needed her more than air.
    Her body quivered, tightened, clenching hard around him. “Coop!”
    “Lyse.” He growled her name. His body trembled as she took the whole weight of him on top of her. His face buried into her neck. She loved the feeling, his heart thundering against hers, but she didn’t get to encounter the full effect of him. With him, she wanted to feel it all.
    Their breathing steadied and pulses resumed an easier pace.
    “Marry me,” he said, shocking and exciting her. “We’ve been around each other for only few days, but you know me, inside and out.”
    Physically they’d been apart, but her feelings for him had grown every day. She touched her chest, but it wasn’t to suppress the ache of pain rather to feel the ache of happiness. Amazing. Flat out amazing. “If I do, do I get to open up a Heathercream in my mom’s store? It’s the only way I’ll agree to marry you.”
    He laughed and shifted until he met her eyes, his expression turning serious.
    “We’re both saying yes?”
    “Yes,” she said, never feeling more positive about anything.
    ****
    Coop’s mind reeled at the turn of events. He arrived at the reunion, thinking he’d lost Lyse then asked her to marry him. Could life get any sweeter?
    He helped her dress, slipping on her barely-there panties and zipping her dress. For good measure, he adjusted her breasts under the material to make sure it cupped her perfectly.
    She playfully smacked his hand.
    He dressed the best he could with popped buttons, sat on the mat, and put on his shoes. Next to him, she slipped on hers and grew taller. “You need higher heels.”
    “What?” She stood in front of him. “I thought you didn’t like women taller than you?” she asked finger-combing her hair and checking her reflection in the metal bar on one of the bench presses behind him.
    “Says who? If you were taller, your breasts would be in direct line with my mouth. No bending over.” He rose, grasped both breasts, and squeezed gently as he kissed her shocked mouth.
    Let her stew on that for a minute. He loved her, but he knew she donned the sexy clothes to get to him. If someone compared him to silly putty when she strutted into the gym, they would have been accurate.
    “We’re not going back like this, are we?”
    His suit jacket covered most of the missing buttons. Between his tie and the one button that hadn’t ripped off, he looked presentable. “We don’t have much of a choice. I’m giving a speech later. Besides, you look thoroughly