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She can’t bite back her smile. I run my palm over her calf, gripping her ankle to turn her leg so I can slap her ass. It ripples, and she moans, releasing my groin and sinking onto her back. I fall over her, tugging up her shirt to lick her lower belly.

Her skin is so soft, and it tastes exactly the way I remember. My head goes completely empty. I need to be inside her now. Hands working fast, I pull her shirt over her head, leaving her in a matching pink bra, with her nipples peeking through the lace. She knew exactly what she was doing when she dressed for this trip. Fucking evil woman, she might as well have put a leash on my dick. I can’t control how hard I get around this lace-and-bows shit.

Especially not when it’s on her.

Our hands fumble over each other as we pull her panties off. Her thighs fall open, revealing the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. I think I hear the sky open up and this is heaven, right between her thighs. Then, I’m on her, yanking her up and guiding my dick into her soaked pussy.

“Fuck,” I groan.

Goddamn it, she is tight.

I’m not wearing a condom. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Fuck,” I say, frozen.

She shakes her head. “What?”

“Need a condom.”

I go to pull out, but she hooks a leg around my lower back and keeps me there. Our eyes meet, and we both inhale sharply. The hair on my nape prickles. I’ve done this before because I am stupid as all get-out, but it’s been a long time. I’m way too fucking old to be risking an unplanned pregnancy, especially not with my best friend’s future sister-in-law. That’s messy and uncalled for.

“Yeah,” she says finally.

“You on birth control?”

She shakes her head, biting the corner of her lip. “You could…you know.”

Her pussy is gripping me hard, and it’s making it hard to think. That’s why you’re supposed to talk about this before the dick goes in. Right now, my brain is telling me things I shouldn’t be listening to, like it’s fine, you can just pull out, and what if you just fucked her a few strokes, to see what it feels like, and then grabbed the condom?

Sweat trickles down between my shoulder blades.

Jamie, get it the fuck together.

With every ounce of self-control, I pull my dick out of her and go to the dresser. She’s giving me big, innocent eyes, like she doesn’t know she’s killing me right now. Working quickly, I roll a condom on and bring the box over to toss on the bedside table. She opens her legs again, and I sink between them, sliding back inside her until our noses are almost touching.

I kiss her briefly.

“Bad girl,” I say.

“I didn’t do anything.”

Pulling halfway out, I thrust in again, and she gasps. “You do not want to risk getting knocked up. No pull-and-pray, alright?”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine.”

I grip the underbelly of her thigh and give a punishing thrust. “Don’t fucking sass me.”

“Or what?” she yelps.

I shut up so I can show her. Bracing on the bed, I lift her hips with one hand and fuck into her, slow and deep. The restlessness that’s plagued me for a year disappears. The empty place in my chest is full. The ache down below finally lifts. I’m pissed, but since I first fucked her, she seems to be the only thing that can satisfy me. So I kiss her soft mouth and let her breath flow through my veins while my dick works hungrily inside her body.

Taking, taking, taking.

Being so fucking selfish, for once in my life.

All I’ve ever done is fix other people’s lives. Their careers, their love lives, their crash-outs. I’ve never been able to be selfish like this, despite preferring not to be the center of attention. With her, I do want that. I don’t want anyone ever to touch her except me, and that’s terrifying.

“Flip me over,” she bursts out.