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Baird’s eyes flashed with something like disgustbut quickly softened to tenderness. “Good. Then this is mine. I love your pussy. I love the taste, the smell, the feel of you coming on my tongue. And anytime you want it, you just say the word and I will get on my knees for you, Maia MacLeod.”

I knew there was more than sexual intention in his declaration, and with my body in a heightened state of arousal, the emotions pushed hard at me.

As if Baird sensed it, his tenderness eased into a flirtatious grin. “Or I’ll lie on my back and you can ride my face. I’d enjoy the fuck out of that too.”

Arousal rippled through me, and I groaned, arching my chest, my head falling back at the imagery.

“Oh, aye, we’re definitely doing that,” he muttered before I felt the first lick of his tongue.

I cried out, my eyes flying open to watch him devour me.

It didn’t take long. I flew over the precipice, shuddering against his mouth.

“Soaked.” Baird pushed up, wiping a palm over his mouth and beard. “You’re soaked, My. For me.” His chest puffed up as he gripped his cock and gave it a stroke.

I was sprawled on my back, shaking and shivering and still needy.

I’d never experienced sex like this.

And I didn’t want it to end.

Baird rolled off the bed to march to his bedside table where he pulled out a roll of condoms. I had a brief, flickering thought about how many girls he’d been with, and I obviously didn’t wipe that thought from my expression quickly enough.

“I’m clean,” he forced out as he returned to the bed. “We get tested at work. I haven’t been with anyone since my last test.”

I nodded, grateful to him for telling me. “I’m … I haven’t been tested since Will. I’m on the pill. But I’ll get tested so we don’t have to use condoms.”

He was mid tear of the condom package when he froze, staring down at me with this renewed intensity.

“What?”

“I’ve never … I’ve never done it without a rubber.”

Oh. Oh God. Maybe I’d overstepped. “We don’t have to.”

His hot gaze raked over my body with wicked intent before eyeing between my thighs. “Oh, I want to. I … get tested soon, My. Because the thought of taking you bare … fuck.” He quickly donned protection and was suddenly over me, our chests brushing with delicious friction as he kissed me.

I gasped at the feel of him prodding me as he guided his cock to my entrance. He braced his hands over my head and broke the kiss as he pushed inside me. My hands found his waist, sliding around his strong back to hold on. His skin felt so hot to the touch. We were both burning up for each other.

A sharp, uncomfortable sensation took me by surprise, and I let out a little cry that had Baird freezing mid push.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse with need.

I nodded frantically. “Just … big. But don’t stop.”

“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth and carefully pressed in until I wasn’t sure he could go any farther.

“Bear!”

“You okay?” he bit out again.

“I just … I need a minute.” My fingernails were digging into his back, I realized. “Sorry.” I gentled my touch.

“Don’t apologize.” He shook his head, arms trembling as he kept himself still. “Everything about you feels fucking amazing.” His eyes were glazed with need. “You feel amazing.”

My inner muscles clenched around his cock in response to his words, and he grunted.

The fullness of him was feeling good now.