“There better be a damn condom in here,” he growled. “I didn’t come here assuming.”
“Very feminist of you, but dammit, you should have.”
He groaned against my neck. “God, stop doing that.”
I stroked him against me again. It would be so easy to just take him inside of me. Years of careful warnings of not letting hormones rule me were like distant chatter.
I understood how it happened now.
He slammed his wallet on the counter. “You’re not helping.”
“Sorry.”
I wasn’t.
Was I insane? I wasn’t even sure I wanted kids and I knew his bloodline and mine were fertile as fuck.
His credit cards and business cards scattered on the counter and onto the floor.
“You are evil.” He gripped the counter, still as stone.
“You feel so good.”
“If you don’t stop, there might be a little Mercy being made in three seconds.”
I nipped his chin. I wanted to say it was a bad thing, but the words were stuck in my throat. On my tongue. Wrapped in the haze of want.
Finally, he held up a packet.
“One heartbeat away from a mistake.”
“It wouldn’t be a mistake, but I don’t ever want to be careless with you.” His green eyes blazed with certainty.
My heart stuttered. “Thank you.” I took the packet and protected the both of us.
This time, when I lined us up there was a gloss of reverence instead of insanity. Our eyes locked as he stretched and filled me like coming home.
A feeling I’d never had in my life.
The chaos of my home, my family, nothing had ever made me feel so safe and so right.
He wrapped his arm around my lower back and cupped the back of my head with his other hand as he surged into me again and again. The intensity of the moment overshadowing the fear.
The tension between us strung tight as he filled me again and again until there was nothing but Ripley inside and out.
He rocked against me just right and I felt the chasm open up between us.
I gripped his shoulder and his firm backside, reveling in the muscles and strength.
The gentleness that surprised me in all of this.
He slipped a hand between us and I cried out his name as the orgasm blindsided me.
His mouth crashed into mine as he swallowed each cry. The thrusts becoming more aggressive as his own needs collided with my flex of inner muscles around his cock.
I held on—barely.
Moved beyond measure that he held on for me.
