“Yeah, I’m not ready to be a mom.”
He gently withdrew and I watched him wander toward the door.
Wow.
I knew he filled out a pair of jeans, but the sight of him naked in my room was better than Ieverimagined.
He came back to the bedroom, one-hundred-percent comfortable being naked in front of me. “Are you on birth control?”
I nodded once. “Yep.”
In a fluid movement, he laid down beside me and slid his arm under my neck and tugged me closer. “You are?”
I rolled toward him. “Yes. Bad periods. We’ll leave it at that.”
With a slow nod, he gave my shoulders a squeeze. “Forgot about that. Does it help?”
“Immensely.”
“Good.”
“Stargazing” by Myles Smith started playing and we were silent for half the song.
Almost hesitantly, Rafferty said, “I have a physical in a couple weeks. I get tested, we can skip the condoms after the results come back clean.”
“Okay,” I murmured, not expecting him to bring that up.
“Honey, you’ll probably like it better that way. I sure as hell will.”
I could have slapped myself for being so slow on the uptake. “I see. That makes sense.”
The song ended, and Rafferty hit the pause button, even though I hadn’t seen him grab the remote. “Do you need to study some more? Is it time for you to go to sleep?”
My alarm clock sat on my dresser across the room, and I saw it was a little after nine. “No. I’ll review my notes in the morning. We can put on whatever you want to watch.”
“Music’s good.”
An awkward feeling bloomed in my chest.
Rafferty traced his finger along my jaw. “You’re getting up in your head.”
I put my hand on his defined chest as my lips tipped up. “Just a little.”
“Don’t,” he said, running his fingers down my arm and putting his hand over mine at his chest. “Anyone else, I wouldn’t be this honest because it’d be too soon, but if tonight weren’t your first time, I’d be balls-deep in you again.”
I didn’t exactly squirm, more like I shifted against him. “What?”
“I’m saying when the soreness wears off, Lex, I want to fuck you in the many ways I’ve imagined over the years.”
That sent a ripple of heat through my belly. “‘Over the years’?”
“Yes, years. Don’t act surprised.”
“This isn’t surprise, I’m flattered.”
He slid his hand up my belly to my breast. “Yeah, well, I’ve spent more than my fair share of time imagining your tits. The real thing is far better.”
I grinned. “I’m glad.”
