My heart skips a beat at the rawness in his voice. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the heat pooling low in my belly. “Would I?”
Something in his gaze makes it hard to breathe, like he’s daring me. “I don’t know, would you?”
His lips trail up my leg, planting kisses along my shin, moving higher. The thought of letting him break into my apartment, of waking up to intimacy from him, his hands, his mouth, floods my mind, and my thighs instinctively press together.
Holy shit.
He shifts even closer, his lips brushing against my knee now, his hand sliding up my calf. “I’d take my time,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’d see if I could push you to the edgeand then pull you back without waking you. Make you beg for it, even in your sleep.”
The intensity in his eyes pins me in place, and my cheeks heat as my heart thunders in my chest. I part my lips to say something, but the words get caught in my throat, my gaze drawn to his lips as he sets down my leg.
“What do you think, Sparkle?” he whispers, thick with promise. “Would you let me?”
“Yes.” The word slips out, impossible to stop, and his grin turns feral like a predator who knows his prey has surrendered.
“You sure? I want you to be comfortable with me, baby. I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want.”
It’s that same vulnerability he’s shown me, that same earnestness that makes me want to pull him closer and push him away all at once. For a moment, I let myself believe that maybe I could have this with him without all the mess and pain that usually comes with letting someone in.
I don’t even know his name.
“I want it,” I say, ignoring the strange thought as my heart pounds, and a voice in the back of my head screams at me not to trust this.
It’s only going to hurt.
He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Then I’ll give it to you. Everything you want.” He pulls back, but then he hesitates. “There’s one more part to it, though.”
“Oh?”
“It’s no fun to let you wake up without the evidence of me fucking you.”
Oh.
“That’s not a problem. I can’t get pregnant.” He furrows his brow, confusion flickering across his face as if he’s worried he put his foot in his mouth again, so I add, “I tied my tubes. I don’t want kids.”
“Okay. Me neither.” His fingers draw lazy circles on my thigh as he continues, “That leaves safety, though.” Then, the warmth of his fingers leaves me as he pulls out his phone. I watch him, curiosity piqued, and a few moments later, he glances back up at me, his lips twitching into a grin. “The testing center is open right now.”
I blink at him. “What?”
His grin widens. “Want to go on anotromantic date to test for STDs?”
A laugh bursts out of me, and I shake my head, amusement warring with disbelief. “You’re serious?”
“I mean, why not? If we’re gonna do this, we might as well do it right and safely. I’m not going to risk you.”
“And I’m not going to be exclusive with you,” I warn.
“That’s fine, but I’m gonna be with you, and I want you safe so I can fill this perfect pussy up,” he replies with a playful grin.
“What if I get some STD from someone else and give it to you?”
“Then we can be STD twinsies and go through it together.” He shrugs as if that wouldn’t phase him one bit. “I’m fine with that, as long as I’m not the one giving it to you.”
“That’s not funny, it’s serious.”
He’s joking, right?
Hottie nods, his expression softening. “I know, but honestly, if you get an STD, I’d rather be right there with you anyway. That’s what friends do, right? I’m your person, Sparkle.”
