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deal with it, get it out of our systems.”
He frowned. She took a step closer and she saw something wild and exciting flare in the depths of his eyes.
“No. I’m your trainer, Jamie,” he said—but he also took a deep breath, as though those careful words weren’t his first impulse.
“Yep. And you want to sleep with me. Just like I want to sleep with you. I’ve been thinking about it all week,” she said. “It makes it hard to concentrate. It’s driving me crazy.”
“Which is exactly why this isn’t going to happen,” Cooper said. “We’re supposed to be getting you ready for your next fight.”
He took a step around her. Jamie reached for the hem of her sports crop and pulled it over her head. Her breasts bounced free, her nipples already tight in anticipation of his touch.
“Damn,” he said. His gaze caressed her, and his face was tight with restrained desire.
“Let’s just do it, get it out of our systems and move on,” she said.
Cooper closed his eyes, the muscles of his chest and arms tensing.
“It’s my job to coach you, to advise you, to protect you. This will mess things up, Jamie,” he said.
“No, it won’t. It’ll make it cleaner. No more wondering, no more imagining. It’ll be a nonissue, over.”
He opened his eyes. She could see the resolve harden in him.
“I’m not starting my training career by screwing one of my fighters,” he said.
Frustration and need welled up inside her. She knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She was so sure that this was what they needed—the release of it, the freedom of it.
She took a last step forward, so close that she could feel the heat coming off his body, so close that her nipples brushed his chest.
“You’re really going to let this go to waste?” she asked, holding his eye as she slid a hand onto the long, thick ridge straining against the fabric of his shorts.
He felt so big and hard in her hand she almost purred with anticipation.
His jaw tightened as she gripped him through his shorts and rubbed her hand up and down his shaft, once, twice, maintaining eye contact all the while.
He swore and reached for her, hauling her against him and angling her head as he took her mouth in a fierce, no-holds-barred kiss. She closed her eyes as she discovered his shoulders and arms with her free hand, the other remaining on his straining cock.
His tongue danced with hers, stroked it, teased it as his hands slid onto her breasts. She arched her back as he massaged them, plucking at her nipples before squeezing them gently. Between her thighs, molten heat pooled and she relinquished her grip on his erection in favor of grabbing his butt and grinding herself against him.
He felt so good. So strong and big and hard. His shoulders, his belly, his thighs, his cock…
She dropped her head back as he broke their kiss and began to lick and suck and bite his way down her neck, finally pulling first one then the other nipple into his mouth. His tongue was hot and fast as it flicked over and over her, and she clenched her hands into his taut butt and dragged him as close as they could possibly get with clothes on.
“Cooper…” she begged, needing more.
He responded by sucking her nipple so hard it almost hurt and sliding both hands down her back, beneath the waistband of her hot pants and over her butt cheeks. His hands massaged her curves for a torturous moment before he slid farther still and she felt the first magic touch of his fingers between her thighs.
“Oh, man,” he groaned as he discovered how wet and hot she was for him.
She made an inarticulate, needy sound and widened her stance, inviting him in. Backing her up against the front counter, he slid a hand around her hip and down the front of her pants, into her damp curls. She held her breath as he slid a long finger between her folds, gliding in her slick heat, seeking the heart of her. Her whole body contracted as he found her and slid inside. She sobbed his name and
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