“Kane.” I moan it this time, breathy and wanting. “Kane—I need you in me.”
Another groan, and his lips brush my cheekbone, tongue hot against my skin.
I pump him again, slowly this time, feeling his entire body shudder.
We’re both poised on the edge, this delicate balance.
Seeing him struggle to keep himself together makes me proud, too.
How can a man like this want me so badly he can barely hold back?
“Condoms,” he spits like it’s a curse. “Don’t know if I have any—let me check.”
Oh, crap.
If he leaves me like this, I might actually die.
“It’s… it’s okay. I’m clean,” I whisper, arching into his touch as he pushes another finger inside. Full, but not full enough.
“Yeah?” He crooks his fingers, and I lose my train of thought.
It’s a big ask when we’re strangers and there’s always some risk.
But Ineedhim inside me.
My mouth moves, open and silently pleading.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” He nips at my neck. “What were you going to say?”
I retaliate by tightening my grip on his cock, stroking faster, watching his chest heave.
“You could just fuck me without a condom,” I gasp. “If you want.”
He bares his teeth, inhaling roughly.
“You have no fucking clue how much I’d love that.” His thumb smothers my clit as his fingers work deeper, and liquid heat floods the base of my stomach, growing and swelling. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” I clutch at my last fluttering train of thought. “I’m on birth control.”
The last thing either of us need is an accidental pregnancy, but I’m so far gone even that sounds hot.
No judging.
I’m a little twisted.
I’m in a daze but I’m not crazy.
I’ve never, in all my life, had a one-night stand without a condom.
It’s not the smart or grown-up thing to do.
And when you’re used to casual flings with men who’ll ghost you after a few times at most, you need to be sensible.
Sexual health is no joke, I know that. I do.
But Kane just feels different.
His lightning eyes feel familiar in a way they shouldn’t after barely a week together.
