Final Lap (Fast Track #8)(54)
Author: Erin McCarthy

She shook her head.

That was pure insanity. How could she not know what she did to him? Cooper brushed his lips over each corner of her mouth and the divot in the middle of her chin. “I. Can’t. Resist. You.” He punctuated each word with a kiss.

“I’ve never been irresistible,” she whispered.

“I find that hard to believe.” But before she could answer or protest, Cooper covered her mouth with his, enjoying the way she relaxed and sighed. They were lying on their sides, facing each other, and he lazily stroked her back, liking that she was so close to him, that he had the right to touch her without guilt or recrimination.

Because she was Harley and she was his.

He loved that. He loved her.

It was a scary-ass thought to have, but as he tasted her, he knew it was true. He loved her.

Moving down her chin, to her neck, he explored and tasted her, running his tongue along her collarbone, pushing her sweater down with his chin to give him more access to her flesh. He had tasted her before, at the Biltmore, but this was different. He hadn’t known her then. This was slow, exploratory. This was him learning the contours of the body of the woman he admired more than any other. He listened to her reactions, to the soft sigh she gave when he brushed her nipple, when his hand strayed low on her hip. To the way her chest heaved when his thumb stroked across the front of her jeans.

He kissed her again and again until her body was shifting restlessly and she was making the most delectable sounds of desperation and desire. It was a sweet torture for him, his own body tense, erection throbbing and hard, mouth hot with saliva. But he wanted to draw this out as long as possible. Hell, all night.

But Harley was getting impatient enough to spur him on. She tugged at his T-shirt, yanking it up so that she could brush her fingers across his chest.

“You have a nice chest,” she said.

“So do you.” He cupped her breast and gave her a smile.

She laughed. “Thanks. Would you like to see it?”

“Yes. Lie on your back,” he urged, wanting to be the one to take her shirt up inch by inch, wanting to be the one to expose her to his view. He didn’t want her to just tug off her top in a quick motion.

She complied and he bent over her waist, lifting her shirt just an inch, just enough to allow him to press his lips on her belly and dip his tongue into her belly button. Harley sighed.

“Why is it for a man who goes fast every weekend, you’re going so damn slow right now?”

He chuckled. She sounded so put out. “What’s the rush, McLain? We have all night.”

“It’s two in the morning already.”

“So?” He popped the button on her jeans with his teeth. He enjoyed the way her breath caught.

But then she said, “I have to get up with your sister. She’s online by eight every morning.”

He did not want to discuss his sister at the moment. “Shh. Don’t worry about it.”

“But . . .”

He hadn’t intended to strip her jeans off so soon, but she left him no choice. He wanted her eyes rolling back in her head again. So he yanked the denim down to her knees and pressed a kiss against the front of her panties. Her response was to give a low groan that was so throaty and arousing, he had to pause and listen, absorb the sound, appreciate it. Holy shit, she sounded turned on. That spurred him on to tug aside the lace of her panties and slip his finger into her wet heat. And wet she was. Damn. He felt his nostrils flare and his cock harden as he stroked her, her pleasure obvious from the way her eyes rolled back and her breath caught.

Shifting upward, he kissed her again, wanting to capture those low moans. Her hand landed on him, and her rhythm quickly matched his, while their mouths melted together with an ease, yet a ferocity that was new to Cooper. He’d never thought he’d held back with a woman before, never thought that he had any more to give than what he had been giving, but kissing Harley, he realized there had always been a reserve, a control. With her, there was no keeping a part of himself remote.

He wanted her, all of her. He wanted to give, all of him.

Focusing entirely on pleasing her, he angled his finger deeper inside her and listened for her reactions to his touch so he could adjust accordingly. With his other hand he cupped her breast and angled his body so that his legs forced hers further apart. “Does that feel good?” he asked.

“It’s good.” But her breathing revealed it was way more than just good.

He caressed her clitoris with his thumb, enjoying the way she started to rock onto his touch, her fingers gripping his biceps tightly for support. There were a whole lot of things he wanted to say to her, but for some reason there was a lump in his throat and his chest felt tight. He couldn’t force any words out, wasn’t even sure how to formulate what he was thinking. Instead, he let his fingers do the talking. He found a rhythm and kept it steady as her breathing grew ragged. When she gripped his wrist tightly, her eyes widened as the orgasm swept over her.

Cooper watched her, in awe. She was beautiful in her pleasure. She was beautiful in the way she gave herself, her trust, to him. He felt humbled and grateful that she was here, with him. He didn’t deserve her. Part of him felt that was why she had lied about who she was. She had known he didn’t deserve her, that he wasn’t the guy the nice girl stayed with. That he was good for some fun, but that he didn’t have staying power.

He wanted to prove to Harley that he had staying power. That he could commit to her, to a future between them. That her pleasure, her comfort, her happiness, was a priority to him.

Cooper kissed her softly. “How was that? Good?”

She nodded. “I didn’t think I was going to come. I’m sorry.”

He laughed. “Oh, I knew you were going to come. That’s kind of the point, honey.”

But Harley didn’t smile. She just looked at him with her heart in her eyes and it took his breath away. It robbed him of speech, thought, action. No woman had ever looked at him like that.

So without thinking it through, without caution or fear, he told her, “I’m falling in love with you. I’ve been falling in love with you since the day I met you.”

Her mouth formed a perfect O. “You are?” she whispered.

He nodded. “I am.” It felt right, easy to tell her how he felt.

Her fingers came up to brush his hair back. “I’ve been falling in love with you, too. You’re an amazing man. I feel very, very lucky right now.”

“I’m the lucky one,” he told her honestly.