Page 149 of Say My Name

“I don’t want a condom,” I tell him. “I know pregnancy is possible, and I’m choosing that risk.”

I’m choosing this. Not the possibility of a baby. Not a temporary solution. This man. This moment.

His grip shifts from my wrist to my hand. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t part of the arrangement.”

“No.” I bring his hand back to my body. “This is because I want you.”

Dominic closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them, the restraint is gone.

He lifts me onto the bed and pulls my skirt and panties down my legs. I reach for him, but he catches both my hands and presses them into the mattress above my head.

“Let me look at you.”

His voice has gone rough.

He stands between my parted knees, still wearing his trousers, and takes in every inch of me as though he’s trying to memorize it.

Dominic bends and kisses my stomach, then the inside of my hip. His mouth moves toward where I need him, but I catch his shoulders.

“I want you inside me.”

He looks up. “Now?”

“Yes.”

He removes the rest of his clothes. His cock is thick and hard against his stomach, familiar and suddenly temporary.

I sit up and wrap my hand around him.

A groan leaves him as I stroke from root to tip.

“I want to touch you,” I whisper.

“You are.”

“I mean after tonight.” The words are a clumsy attempt at a bridge to a future he thinks I don’t want.

His hand stills on my thigh.

The admission escapes before I can contain it. It still isn’t the answer he needs.

I pull him down and kiss him before he can ask what it means.

Dominic lowers me onto my back and slides his hand between my legs. Two fingers press inside me while his thumb finds my clit.

“Fuck, Elena.”

I lift my hips into his touch. “I don’t want slow.”

“What do you want?”

“Your cock.”

His fingers curl inside me, drawing a cry from my throat.