He slid my hair behind my shoulders and smiled. “At any point if you want to stop, you tell me, and we’ll stop.”
“I brought condoms.”
“I got that covered, baby.”
“I figured. Hayden thought I should be prepared.”
“You on the pill still?”
I nodded. The doctor had put me on it at fifteen to regulate my periods and help with my cramps.
“I haven’t been with anyone for a while, but I’ll get tested so you’re sure, and in the meantime, I’ll glove up.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to let jealousy rear its ugly head. “Okay.”
“We’re not going there, Tate.”
“Too late.” I pressed my lips into a thin line and met his eyes. “I kinda went there.”
He sighed, cupping my face. “Fucked a few women, baby, but I’ve never had a long-term relationship. Never loved anyone other than you. And no one has ever been able to call me their man.”
“Really? Not even Madison?”
“I never fucked Madison, Tate. Things never went that far,” he avowed. “I have always been yours. I’m pissed that it took you leavin’ for me to see that, but it’s the truth. And don’t bring Madison into our bed. Ever.” He leaned in close. “I love you.”
I blinked back tears. “I love you, too.”
“Clean slate. No more regrets.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
“All in, Tater Tot.”
“All in, French Fry.”
His mouth landed on mine, and he kissed me as he stripped me down to my panties, keeping our connection as he settled me gently on the bed.
“Don’t move,” he directed as he removed his jeans and stretched out beside me.
We faced each other, his hand at my hip as he leaned in and kissed me again. “If you want to stop at any point, we’ll stop, okay?”
I smiled, stroking his cheek. “I know.”
“Doesn’t matter when.”
I nodded. “Got it.”
“Sure?”
“I need you to fuck me, Flash.”
He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”
I ran my finger down the middle of his chest, kissing his tattoo, taking a few precious seconds to taste his skin.
His hand slid under the waistband of my panties and between my legs, his fingers pressing against my clit as he kissed me.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he directed.
