He pulled out the drawer of his nightstand and took out a box. “Probably expired.”
She read the package. “They’re usually good for five years, and this box hasn’t been opened.”
“Never used them,” he said sheepishly.
“Okay, they should be fine.” She handed him back the box and slipped out of her jeans to reveal a black thong and crawled onto the bed, kneeling to help him unbutton his shirt. When he slipped it off she almostdied on the spot. His chest was broad with muscles that rippled down his torso, and she could hardly wait to get his pants off.
He unbuttoned them, pulled down the zipper, and let them drop on the floor. His boxers had horses on them, and she laughed out loud.
“Really?” she asked, giving him a hard time.
“Wasn’t planning on company.”
He climbed into bed beside her, his lips brushing over hers before trailing down her neck, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of her. She shivered, her fingers instinctively curling into his hair as he continued his path south.
When he slipped her thong down her thighs she hesitated for just a second, resisting the urge to pull the sheets over herself. But then his mouth was on her and every insecurity faded into sensation. His tongue moved with practiced precision, but there was something else, something more profound than just skill. He wasn’t just doing this to make her feel good. He was worshipping her. She melted beneath his touch, lost in the pleasure he gave so effortlessly.
Her release came fast, her toes curling as she gasped his name. She barely had time to catch her breath before he crawled back up, capturing her lips in a deep, unhurried kiss. There was no rush, no urgency, just the two of them tangled in the sheets, tasting each other, breathing each other in.
As her hand slid down, grazing the hardness beneath his boxers, he tensed. His fingers wrapped gently around her hand, stopping her.
“You okay?” she whispered, searching his face.
His eyes flickered with something unreadable before he nodded. “Yeah.” He swallowed hard. “Just don’t want it to be over too fast.”
A slow smile spread across her lips. “That sounds like a challenge.”
She slid his boxers down, watching his breath hitch as she wrapped her mouth around him. His hand fisted in the sheets, a deep groan escaping his lips. But after a moment she pulled back, reaching for the box of condoms. She tore one open and handed it to him.
“Here,” she said softly. “Put this on.”
He hesitated before handing it back. “Can you?”
She cocked her head. “Is there a problem?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I, uh . . . never used one before.”
She blinked. “You’re joking.”
He shook his head, his vulnerability laid bare in the dim glow of the moonlight.
She let out a slow breath. “I’ve never had sex without one.”
For a moment they looked at each other. This was more than just sex—it was trust. It was history and experience—in his case, the lack of it. It was a conversation without words.
She carefully rolled on the condom, making sure he was comfortable, then straddled him, slipping off her bralette in the process. His hands found her waist first, then her breasts, his fingers tracing the soft curve of her skin like he was seeing her for the first time.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured.
And damn it, she believed him.
He made a move to flip her over but she pressed him back against the pillows, determination in her eyes. He chuckled, settling his hands on her hips and letting her take what she needed, what they both needed. Their bodies moved together, slow at first then faster, heat building between them like a fire they couldn’t control.
When he groaned her name, his grip tightening on her waist, she felt the moment he let go—his body shuddering beneath hers, his breathcoming fast. As she collapsed against his chest his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her like she was something precious.
Like she was everything.
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