Page 134 of Falling for the Grinchy Bad Boy

“God, Joy,” he breathed.

I began to move, setting a rhythm that had us both gasping. Cooper met each of my movements with his own, our bodies finding a perfect synchronization that felt like coming home. His mouth found my breast, tongue circling my nipple until I cried out.

The couch creaked beneath us as our movements became more urgent. I could feel the tension building low in my belly, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Cooper’s hands guided my hips, helping me find the angle that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Cooper,” I gasped, feeling myself teetering on the edge.

“I know, baby. I’ve got you,” he murmured against my neck.

“Faster. More.” My words came out in short bursts of air. I was close and yet so far.

Cooper’s hands gripped my hips harder, his fingers digging into my flesh as he helped lift and guide me. The angle shifted and suddenly he hit that perfect spot that made me see white.

“Right there,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His mouth found my breast again, tongue swirling around my nipple while his hips thrust up to meet mine with increasing urgency. The combination of sensations was overwhelming. The stretch and fullness of him inside me and the wet heat of his mouth was pushing me closer. The friction was building with every movement.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly.

I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense blue gaze. The intimacy of it, seeing him watch me fall apart, pushed me even closer to the edge.

“I love you,” he said, his voice rough with emotion and desire.

Those words, combined with a particularly deep thrust, sent me tumbling over. I cried out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my body clenching around him. Cooper followed moments later with a groan, his face buried in my neck as he pulsed inside me.

We stayed like that for a while, breathing hard and holding each other close. My legs felt like jelly, and I was grateful for his strong arms keeping me upright.

I buried my face in his shoulder with his arms crushing me against him.

“That was…” I started, then trailed off, unable to find adequate words.

“Perfect,” Cooper finished for me, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re perfect.”

I lifted my head to look at him, seeing nothing but love and contentment in his expression. “Merry Christmas, Cooper.”

“Merry Christmas, Joy.”