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Now would be the time she ought to ask for a condom. The most logical parts of her brain knew she ought to. She wasn’t on the pill, after all. And there were STDs to consider, but in that moment, she just…didn’t care. None of that mattered, nothing mattered expect the feel of her hands on his body and how badly she wanted him inside her.
He seemed equally in the same trance, as he lay back on top of her, as she opened her legs, welcoming him there.
“Are you…sure?” he asked her, hesitating. She’d never been surer of anything as she nodded once. He entered her with a rush. She gasped.
“Oh, God, you feel…so amazing,” he murmured, keeping eye contact, and she felt like she’d drown in his dark brown eyes. Staring at him, as he looked at her with such intensity, such amazement, made her feel like molten lava on the inside. “You’re the most amazing woman, Laura.”
In that instant, she believed him. She rocked her hips to meet each of his thrusts, and soon she felt herself close to the edge as she moaned in pleasure. He kept eye contact, and she felt seen for the first time in her life. Dean never looked at her during intercourse, never engaged on that level. But the eye contact, in this most intimate of moments, made her feel connected to Mark in a way she didn’t think was possible.
“Come for me,” he encouraged her, eyes bright. “Come for me, beautiful.”
Beneath the intensity of his stare, she did just that, reaching the climax of her life as pleasure exploded through her body and raced through her brain. She never lost eye contact, and the moment was amazing and real and so intimate. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought for control once more, her heart hammering in her chest as if it might break its way out.
“Your turn,” she murmured, still knocked breathless by the hormones rushing through her veins.
“I’ll…” Mark made a move to withdraw from her, but she didn’t want that. She didn’t want him coming outside. She wanted him deeper. She wrapped her legs around him.
“No. Please.” She pressed her body against his, tilting her pelvis to him.
“Oh, God. You’re going to make me…” And then he came, deep inside her with a guttural shout, a defiant surrender. He collapsed on top of her, shuddering, as the two lay holding each other with shaking arms.
Laura knew it had been reckless. Dangerous, even, but she didn’t care in that moment. She craved the intimacy, the connection, and she’d gotten it.
Mark lifted his weary head. “I’m sorry.” He glanced down. “I shouldn’t have come—” he swallowed “—inside you.”
“I wanted you to,” she murmured, pushing his head down against her shoulder once more.
“But—”
“Shhh. Let’s just stay like this,” she said, not wanting to ruin the moment, this blissful, perfect moment of being connected. Of belonging. It’s what she’d craved all this time.
He fell silent, his head on her shoulder, his fingers trailing the length of her arm.
“You’re amazing,” he told her, and she soaked up the words like a flower blooming in sunlight.
“No,” she said. “You are.”
* * *
LATER, AS LAURA took a quick shower in his bathroom, Mark sat at his kitchen breakfast bar, worrying. How could he have been so reckless? Coming inside her like that? No protection? He never did that. He’d never been swept up in a moment like that, so out of his senses that he’d barreled on despite all logic.
Yet it had felt so damn good, so incredible, he hadn’t wanted to stop. He knew that. He’d made the decision then and there to keep on going. He was as much to blame as her. He’d tried to withdraw, but he hadn’t tried that hard.
What if she were pregnant? But surely she was on the pill. Though he hadn’t asked, had he?
And even if she wasn’t, what were the odds of a pregnancy after just one time? It had taken Elle months and months to get pregnant with Timothy and they’d done it multiple times.
It only takes once. And even just the tip can do it.
He remembered his Dad’s awkward sex talk when he’d been a teenager. He’d taken Mark and Edward out on a fishing trip off the Florida Keys when they were both teenagers. The entire talk had lasted about three minutes, and the upshot of it was that one time could mean a lifetime of paying child support.
But, Dad was wrong about a lot of things. Like Edward being the better son, for one.
Not that he’d ever know. He’d died three years ago believing Edward could walk on water and Mark couldn’t get anything right. Now there’d be no way to change his mind.
