What Goes Around...

Part Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Four

A/N Sorry at the delay with this chapter, family demands made posting impossible! Busy lives. Hope it's worth the wait. MZ

"Freya," he gasped dragging his lips from hers. Her eyes were closed, her face a sinful expression of lust and desire. He felt himself harden at the sight, because no matter what he knew SHOULD happen; he'd never wanted someone with the desire and the drive that he had for her. Her fingers ran through his hair, teasing his scalp and the little resolve he had dissolved in the tingles that the contact caused to run through his body.

"Shit."

The chuckle that erupted from her lips was carnal, and he lowered his head to capture it's essence with his lips. And there was no going back, her towel dropped, his hands covered her skin and he devoured every inch of her, as though his life depended on it.

Tossing her back onto the bed he felt like Superman, every touch, every kiss sent her writhing against him, he pushed, she pulled. It was perfect.

Later he laid there, her head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her.

"So it's not always like that?"

He chuckled as she lifted her head to look up at him, her eyes sparkling, her thoroughly kissed lips bruised and full. "Apparently you are determined to prove me wrong, it may be that it's always like that for you."

She craned up to kiss him once more, "is that a compliment? From Mr Nasty?"

"Nasty?" He ran his fingers up her spine, settling them across her shoulder blades, pulling her harder to his side. "Is that what you think of me?"

She grinned, then settled back down beside him, her breath warm against his chest, "I think a lot of things about you."

He closed his eyes for a moment, absorbing the sensation of her fingers trailing over his body. Then he realised she'd paused them, fascinated presumably on his tattoo. His body tensed, suddenly he was struggling to stay in the moment, no one had ever touched his tattoo, he made sure of that.

As he made to reach for her fingers, move them on, they skirted down over his stomach, and teased the skin just above his waist. from fear to desire in a split second, Coop couldn't reign in his desire, so he rolled over her and with a smile and a wink, he whispered, "Ding ding...round three!" against her neck.

Freya opened her eyes to be almost blinded by the streak of light that shone through the chink in the slightly parted curtains at the window. She stretched, and felt the hulk of a man behind her, around her. She was completely contained in his arms, his thigh over hers, and his chest was pressed against her spine.

Warm and safe, that was exactly how she felt, and she was tempted to push back into his naked body, elicit a response from him. Then her stomach growled...loudly.

She thought for a moment, food was a LONG time ago. The thought of some greasy bacon sandwich and strong coffee made her almost salivate. She knew that he'd appreciate that too, they had both expelled a lot of energy overnight.

Sliding from his arms, she slipped from the bed and pulled on her favourite hoodie and jeans over her second new set of underwear and left the room. Her extensive explorations of the previous day meant she knew exactly where she was going, a small cafe around the corner. She'd had the pleasure of some of their wares in the past, and they were a worthy feast for the morning after the night before. If she was quick, she'd get back before he woke. That made her smile, the thought of him asleep on the pillow...exhausted. She skipped down the street, and she hadn't skipped since she was a child. And that was also a long time ago.