“Condom,” she groaned at the same time he did.
Flynn held himself very still, his mind in turmoil. He trusted her more than any one person in his life at the moment, and yet he was more than a bit scared of the consequences.
“If it helps,” she said quietly, “I’m on birth control.”
“I think you mentioned that once.” Only his lower brain wanted to function properly at the moment, and he struggled with what to do.
“We’ve talked about how we’ve both been tested.”
Thoughts in chaos, he latched onto her words. “You’re saying it’s up to me.”
Kissing his forehead, she nodded against him.
Taking a big breath, he finally moved. Though she’d begun things slow and sleepy, he pistoned his hips up into her thighs, arms locked tight around her waist. Without mobility, Bristowe was at his mercy. Using that to his advantage, he pounded into her as she gasped and cried out into his neck.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted.
He could feel how close she was to coming; everything became wetter, smoother, tighter. His cock glided in and out without mercy, moving faster and harder each chance he got. She fluttered around him, and he turned his head to find her mouth. Biting and sucking on her lips, he swallowed her cries and held her close while she fell apart.
“Not done just yet, doll.”
Flipping her, he readjusted her legs to prop them over his shoulders and go even deeper. Her head thrown back, Bristowe’s long, creamy throat nearly glowed in the moonlight.
“Damn.” He wasn't ready, but his body had other ideas. When he came inside her, his arms trembled at the idea of what they’d just done. Collapsing next to her, Flynn laid still and tried to breathe.
“Are you okay?”
God, there she was. The woman who held his heart in a vice grip, despite all efforts to the contrary. “Yeah. You?”
“More than okay. That felt amazing.”
Rolling, he gathered her close to his side. “It was different, that’s for sure.”
“More . . . intense.”
“Mm.” He wasn't sure what else to say. She’d left it up to him, and he didn't want her to feel guilty. But at the same time, talking about it wasn't on his top ten list of things to do next.
“Flynn.”
At her serious tone, he realized it didn't matter if he wanted to talk or not. “Looks like I have to man up, huh?”
She snickered. “Baby, you were all man just seconds ago. What’s the difference between then and now?”
“Talking about it out loud.”
“Suck it up, buttercup.”
He slapped her ass. Over her squeak, he said, “That was fantastic, and I trust you when you say you’re clean and on birth control. Okay?”
“Okay. And while we’re on the subject, I don’t mind if we proceed in the same fashion from here on out.”
“Duly noted.” The way she spoke made it easier to breathe. Her words, the cadence of her speech, her understanding. His heart slowed and his lungs expanded, relaxation stealing over his body.
“I know it’s scary. I’ve never done that before either. I mean, I don't even let guys stay over, so it slipped my mind.”
“Middle of the night sex is pretty incredible with you, doll.” Just as everything else had been so far.
“Agreed.” Since she appeared to be done talking about it, Flynn closed his eyes. The moonlight filtered through her bedroom window curtains, and the sounds on the street below came muffled through the glass, but he felt perfect.
