“Are you on birth control?”
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DOLLY
Iblink at him, slowly shaking my head. “No. I’ve never needed it, and my doctor was worried I’d be at higher risk for blood clots with my heart stuff.”
“I have condoms upstairs. First rule: Don’t ever let some fucker talk you out of wrapping up.”
He peels his shirt off, revealing the freckled skin of his muscled abs. I swallow over the lump in my throat as my eyes travel down his defined biceps and shoulders. I want to keep kissing him, to taste every inch of his skin.
He reaches for the hem of the long-sleeved shirt that I stole.
“Do you have any idea how much it messed me up all night, having to see this shirt on you, walking around your family? I’ve never had to hide an erection at such a bad time.”
I shake my head. Warmth spreads up through me at the thought of him getting turned on just because I was wearing his T-shirt.
He suddenly stands, supporting my weight, scooping me up with him. I yelp, my legs clenching around his waist.
“Where are we going?”
“My bed.”
The growl of his voice sends shivers over my skin. I press soft kisses to the side of his neck, my fingers still scraping up through his hair as he carries me up the stairs like I’m weightless.
When we get to his room, he lays me gently on the bed and looks down, as if he’s memorizing the sight. He reaches for the waistband of my leggings and peels them down my legs.
Goose bumps prickle on my thighs once they’re exposed to the cool air. He tosses them on the floor. A shudder runs over him as his eyes travel up my legs and torso before finally meeting my eyes.
“No one can find out about this, Dollface.”
I nod. He pulls open the top drawer of his cedar nightstand and grabs a condom out of an already-opened box. My throat feels tight.
I expect him to put it on, but instead, he sets it on top of the nightstand and starts working to remove his jeans. The erection tenting his underwear draws my eyes like a magnet.
It’s so much bigger than I pictured it. When I felt him on the boat, I was too distracted to try imagining the actual size of it. The boat brings back a flush of embarrassment, and I shrink back on the bed.
He must be telepathic. “I’ve never had a woman make me come in my pants, by the way.” He starts to crawl between my legs.
I gape at him. “You what?”
He kisses the inside of my ankle. “I’ve never had a woman make me come in my pants before.” He kisses the other ankle. “On the boat.”
My mind can’t handle the sensations he’s sending up my legs and process the words he’s speaking at the same time fast enough. He continues his tortuous path up my legs, trading off kisses on each side.
“You … I thought it was only me.” I’m breathless now, the anticipation eating at me.
He shakes his head, a subtle smirk dancing across his lips. “Feeling you finish on my lap made me fill my swim trunks with cum. I had to jump in the lake to rinse it off.”
Another kiss, this one wet and lingering on the tender skin halfway up my thigh. Arousal is building in me, starting to seep through my thong.
I’m leaning back against my hands, but when he travels farther up, I fall back against his pillows. His pine scent wraps around me. I shut my eyes when he brushes a kiss at the very top of my inner thigh, his warm exhale making my entire body quiver with need.
“Please …” I whisper.
“Please what? Use your words, baby.” He pauses his journey upward, making me answer him.
“Please touch me, Sam.”
