He puts his hand on my forearm. “I don’t have a condom. They’re in the cabin.”
Our eyes lock.
And I, who pride myself on never taking a big risk—well, fine, marrying a man I barely knew was a big freaking risk, but that was all to reach my very rational goal of running my family’s company—throw all my good sense out the window when I hear myself say, “Don’t need one…I’m on the pill. I’ve been tested, and I’m safe. You?”
Yes, having sex without a condom will make it harder to keep my emotions out of this. Yes, doing this at all is probably beyond stupid. But, right now, alone in a barn in the middle of a Montana rainstorm with my husband, who I’ve been crushing on since before we agreed to this fake marriage—right now, I don’t care about anything except having him inside me as fast and as deep as possible.
“I’ve been tested, and I’m safe,” Declan assures me. “It’s just…are you sure? I’ve never…”
I sit up so fast I get a head-rush. “You’ve never had sex without a condom?” I ask him.
Declan sits up, too. “It’s pretty well drilled into an athlete’s head early on not to trust anyone and to take care of protection yourself. ‘Wrap it,’ our coaches preached to us in college, and it stuck. But I never dated anyone long enough to be tempted, anyway.”
I smile, and so does he. Because the irony is funny.
Two weeks. That’s the extent of my “marriage” with Declan Wild.
Before that, I slept with him for one night.
“Long time isn’t a phrase anyone would use to describe us,” I say jokingly. “Maybe we should just forget I suggested it, okay?”
But Declan reaches down and tugs off his briefs. Putting his hands on my hips, he lowers me back until I’m lying on the mattress again, and then he settles himself over me.
“I can’t tell you how much I want this, Mia,” he says, his voice raw. “And I only want to feel what it’s like with you. Just you.”
And the part of me that swore this was just physical between us? That part concedes victory to the rest of me, which is falling for this man. Falling for him hard.
Because Declan’s not the only person in the barn who hasn’t had sex bare before.
I’m so wet that when he pushes inside me, he slides home with no resistance.
And oh God, does he hit home.
He fills me so fully that I freeze for a second.
His gray eyes, dark with lust, flash with awareness.
“You okay?” he murmurs.
“Yeah. I just forgot how tight of a fit this is.”
His lips and teeth graze my collarbone. “We’re the perfect fit,” he says against my blazing-hot skin.
He pulls about halfway out and then drives inside me again.
I let out a moan so loud I try to bite down on it.
Declan notices.
Because he notices everything.
“Don’t do that,” he says to me. “Don’t hold yourself back.”
He pulls partially out and then rocks forward, and I cry out.
“This feels different without anything between us,” I say. “I feel…”Exposed. Raw. Vulnerable. “It’s scary.”
“I know.” His voice is thick with emotion, and maybe I’m mistaken, but I swear I see the same fear I’m feeling reflected back in his eyes. But he kisses me tenderly on the mouth and then whispers, “I want you to give me everything tonight, Mia.”
