The Long Way Home (Corps Security #6)(23)

She moans into my mouth, deepening our kiss and rocking her hips slowly.

That’s when I realized there was no stopping this.

My hands trail from her back, where I had been holding her to my body, to her sides. My thumbs feel the swell of her tits, but I keep going even though I want nothing more than to take those heavy globes into my hand. I don’t stop until my hands are pushed into her back pockets and I’m pushing her down while thrusting my hips up. She makes a low and desperate sound, clenching her thighs and shaking with her whole body.

Jesus, this woman will ignite the second I touch her. I can feel it, her being that close to coming undone, and I haven’t so much as moved more than an inch.

It’s not lost on me, while I feel Olivia’s hips doing a slow rock against mine, that this isn’t something I should be doing until she knows the whole truth. I might have been living my life as a ghost for over twenty years, but I didn’t live it stupidly. I know that by her giving herself to me, when she finds out what I’m keeping from her—as well as the truth about me in reality—it could end us catastrophically.

But just like the first time I saw her across the street walking into her shop, I’m powerless to stop the draw that she has on me.

I’ve never felt anything like this.

I watched my brothers, the ones from my old life, meet their partners and knew instantly when they met someone meant for them. It took one look for some of them. One damn look and they just knew. A few took the stubborn road and ignored that look or had to fight for a love they thought they had lost, but the common theme was … they knew. At that point in my life, and the past I had with an unhealthy view of women, I thought it was all a bunch of bullshit. I fucked my way through life back then, thinking it was the way to find a connection. The problem was, I was fucking easy women who had no desire to want me past what I could make them feel with my cock. Looking back, I now know I did it because I was scared to give more of myself to someone who could mean something.

I was blind.

I was naive.

I didn’t believe.

Plain and simple, I didn’t believe.

Now, I don’t miss the irony. I was scared to give more of myself to someone then because it would make me vulnerable. I had a vulnerable childhood, so I didn’t want that shit as an adult. Now that I’ve found someone I know means something more, I’m scared to give myself for different reasons. They all boil down to the same thing—me having to make myself vulnerable for someone else.

“I want you,” she gasps, pulling me out of my thoughts and back to the present. The present where I have a live wire of a beautiful woman looking down at me with a lazy haze in her eyes, drunk on the feeling of our kiss while she uses the friction of our bodies to climb high as hell up the peak of arousal.

“I fuck … Olivia, I’m not sure I can give you up.”

She tips her head to the side and ponders my words. My gaze roams over her face, seeing the color high on her cheeks, her hair a mess from going wild on top of me, and her lips swollen from our kiss.

Yeah, I’m not sure I can ever give her up.

“I’m not sure I want you to, Drew.”

Fuck. That goddamn name.

“Call me Coop, please. When we’re alone, especially like this, you call me Coop. Middle name, but babe, don’t call me Drew anymore. Not when it’s just you and me. I can’t explain more, but I’m Coop in your arms.”

She looks confused, but still she nods before she licks her lips, and for the first time in this life of a ghost, I feel like I’m alive again when she opens her mouth.

“Okay … Coop,” she breathes, the sound of my name on her lips wrapping around me.

“Okay,” I echo, proud as hell that I kept the emotion out of that one word. I lift my head off the couch as my hands push into the silk of her hair, palms to her ears, and I pull her face back to mine and kiss her.

Our kiss is tender, but there’s a fire burning there that makes it carnal and so fucking intimate, I can’t help myself but keep taking. I’m powerless to do anything but. My body moves, flipping her to her back with a squeak. Her hands roam all over my body, and it takes me a second to realize that I need her skin. I lift my head and look around the room.

“Are we safe in here, or do we need to move somewhere where the door can be locked?”

“We’re good. She won’t wake up, not if she was asleep when you left her.”

“Snoring,” I grunt, looking at the skin at her stomach peeking from her shirt riding up. My eyes going from that and up the buttons in front of her blouse to her tits. Those tits that have made my mouth water every single day for way too fucking long.

“She won’t wake up. We’re safe,” she repeats. She wiggles and tightens her thighs, but can’t get far with my body between her. I watch her, desperate for my touch, and feel a smile curl at my lips, one that has nothing but promise in it. She groans and shocks the shit out of me when her hands come up, and she lifts her body to rub one dainty as fuck hand against the erection straining my jeans. “Please … Coop.”

Hearing that name, MY name coming from her makes me come alive as quick as someone lighting a goddamn fuse. I lick my lips, then reach up and pull my shirt over my head. I hear her gasp, knowing it’s either from the tattoos covering every inch of my torso or the unmistakable pucker scar from a bullet tearing through someone’s skin. I ignore it and just as the shirt clears my head, I feel a rumble of appreciation come from deep in my gut when she curls those little fingers into the openings between her buttons and rips off her blouse. Buttons flying and the fabric opening instantly. Her white lace bra does nothing to hide her dusty rose and hard nipples from my view.