Page 22 of About Last Night

When I’d licked every drop, I stood back up and pulled off my shirt over my head, dropping it onto the floor next to her nightgown. Her pupils were dilated as she traced down my abs and then back up to meet my gaze. I held her stare as I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and zipper on my jeans, and then pushed them down my legs with my boxer briefs. I was already barefoot, so I pulled my feet through and then kicked the clothing aside. Her pink tongue darted out to slide across her bottom lip as she looked hungrily at my erection.

Gripping it in my fist, I gave it a tug, rolling over the head to use the precum there as light lubrication.

“You ready for this?” I asked her.

Her gaze shot to mine. “There’s no going back now.”

I shook my head. “There wasn’t any going back the second my lips touched yours. This just solidifies that you’re now mine completely.”

“I think I was yours even before you kissed me,” she whispered.

A moment passed between us, the air shifting around us, thickening into something deeper, more meaningful.

She was mine, but maybe more importantly, I was hers. I’d been so focused on making her forget every other man that came before me and yet here I was, not able to think of a single woman in existence who wasn’t her.

I stepped forward, ready to slide inside her—already knowing she’d feel better than anything I’d ever felt before—when I stopped and reality came crashing down on me.

“Fuck,” I muttered, dropping my head to hers.

“What?” she asked.

“I don’t have a condom.” Why would I? I hadn’t planned for this. I sure as hell wasn’t going to prepare for something that I told myself I would never allow to happen.

And then her sweet, soft voice broke the quiet. “I tested negative on my last health check after my ex and I broke up, and I’m on birth control.”

I lifted my head, fixating on her face and the earnest expression there.

She ran a delicate finger over the fine hair on my chest. “If you’ve been tested and are clear, then we could still do this, if you want.”

If I wanted? Was she serious right now? What man wouldn’t want to be buried balls deep and bare inside her?

Without even bothering to answer her with words, I notched my cock against her slick pussy and pushed inside slowly.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn tight.”

She gripped my waist, holding me against her. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“Fuck no, I’m not stopping.” I dropped my forehead back to hers and watched where we were connected intimately. “You’re too tempting.”

She huffed out a laugh that turned into a moan as I buried myself to the hilt inside her. I held still, afraid if I moved too soon I might actually come. It had been a long time, and she felt so insanely good that it took more brain power than I’d ever used during sex to make sure this wasn’t embarrassingly short.

She cupped my face and brought my lips to hers. The kiss was soft, delicate, more intimate than what we were already doing with our bodies. When she pulled back, she stared at me, her green eyes speaking volumes I didn’t think she’d ever voice.

She was scared I was going to hurt her—not physically, as she had to know I’d cut my own arms off before I ever hurt her physically, but emotionally. That I might break her heart.

And the thought that she might give me her heart—that I could be worthy of such a thing—took me to another level. I pulled out and thrust back inside her body, harder, needier, hungrier for her than I knew was possible. I surged forward and took her lips in a bruising kiss, sliding my tongue against hers when she parted her lips for me and thrusting my hips forward at the same time. Without any warning, her pussy convulsed against mine, and she scratched my back as her orgasm hit her full force and pulled mine out of me at the same time.

A shiver slid down my back as pleasure wreaked havoc with my mind. Sex was supposed to feel good, but fuck me, it had never felt that good.

I couldn’t bear the idea of pulling out of her so soon, so I stayed buried inside her and instead broke our kiss so I could look into her eyes and check on her. A flush spread from her cheeks down to her chest. She was panting, breathless, but her eyes were shining and her lips were tilted up in a smile.

“You’ve gone and done it now,” I told her.

“Done what?” she asked playfully before dropping a peck to my lips.

“Made me addicted to you,” I said as I pulled her off the counter, my still mostly hard dick inside her, and carried her out of the kitchen toward the loft.

I had plans for the rest of the night, and the counter wasn’t going to cut it.