“I can’t wait,” I hiss against her lips as her fingers rip open the button and zipper on my jeans.
“Then don’t. Fuck me, and fuck me hard, and then fuck me slow and sweet after. I don’t care. Just make me come until I’m flying so high I see stars. If we’re doing this, we’re fucking doing this.”
I don’t give her a chance to reconsider. Hell, I don’t even give her a chance to move. I’m shoving down my jeans and boxer briefs and then my mouth is on her neck, licking and sucking at her skin as my hand grazes her bare, wet skin.
“Fucking soaked,” I rasp into her. “You need to be fucked that badly?” I pull back and stare down at her glistening pussy. So fucking pretty, I need to taste it and fuck it and feel it all at once.
“Why don’t you give it to me and find out.”
Her hand grips the back of my hair, and she yanks me back to her mouth, kissing me soundly.
The angle isn’t my favorite. I’m above her and she’s below me, and we’re on the sofa so it will require some acrobatics to make it good. I don’t care though. I’m here with her. Kissing her. Touching her. Smelling her.
My finger flicks at the apex of her thighs and then rubs her clit. I pull back enough so that I can flip between watching her face and her pussy as I do. I told her I wanted to make her come. A thousand times over, that’s exactly what I want to do.
“How many times?” I bark against her lips as I pick up the pace of my swirling finger. “How many times have you rubbed this clit and thought of me?”
“How many times have you jerked your hard cock and thought of me?” she counters.
“I’ve lost count,” I admit. “At least twice a night for every one you’ve slept beside me.”
“And while you’re in the bathroom doing that, I’m fucking myself with my fingers, imagining it’s your thick, hard cock.”
Fuck. The dirtiest woman on the planet, and I had to go and fall for her.
Wait.
Fall for her? Is that what I’ve done? Already? It’s too soon. Too fast. Too problematic. But…
It slams into me, wrings me dry with its truth, and suddenly there is no denying it. I knew I was halfway there before, but I had forced it all back. What a joke. There was no forcing her back. I was just a fool in denial.
I stiffen, staring down at her with new eyes. With the eyes of a man who has not only lost his head on the girl but now his heart. I liked her. I might have even been a little too crazy about her. But love?
She just told me she doesn’t want to fall in love. How she’s going to end it when Katy is mine. Christ. I assumed I’d get hurt when that happened, and I had already accepted that I’d fight to change that, but this…
It scares me. And thrills me. But it also makes this…real.
Real when it’s not.
A hollow sort of ache starts to build in my chest. My falling in love with her doesn’t change our problems, and it doesn’t change all that will inevitably keep us apart. I’m essentially fucked.
It’s a new experience for me. I’ll give it that. I’m normally as in control of myself and my life as a man can be, but that hasn’t been the case at all lately. Since she came into my life, it’s been one thing after another.
She wiggles her hips, her pussy jutting up, and I realize it’s because I’ve slowed my fingers.
Her eyes open, locking with mine. “What’s wrong?”
What’s wrong? Everything.
“I…” I swallow hard. “I…” I lick my lips. “I don’t have a condom on me.”
A smile blooms on her face, and my lungs empty. She sits up and removes my shirt, running her warm hands over my already heated body. My skin is so hot right now I’m shocked I’m not breaking out in blisters. She swaps places with me, hovering above me.
“Can I tell you a secret?” she asks coyly, pushing me back and then straddling my thighs once more.
“Tell me anything.” My tongue swirls around her nipple.
“I’m on the pill. And I’m regularly tested.”