That first taste undoes me. Sweet and warm and unmistakably her, and I go still for just a second, just breathing her in, before need takes over entirely. A broken sound tears from her throat,her hips rolling toward me like her body already knows what her mind is still catching up to. Her fingers dig into my hair..
I devour her like the starving man I am. Her taste is an addiction I’ve been fighting since the train, and now that I’ve surrendered, I can’t get enough. I memorize every cry, every shudder, and map every inch of her with my tongue until she comes apart, trembling and crying out my name.
When she recovers, I straighten up. “I want to fuck you.”
My pulse thunders in my ears. The rational part of my brain that’s kept Ivy at a careful distance since she moved into my home grows quieter with every second her scent fills my lungs. My hands shake slightly as I reach for her. I can’t remember the last time I wanted anything this badly. There’s only her skin under my fingers, her eyes holding mine, and this hunger crowding out everything else.
“Then do it,” she pants. “Now.”
Shoving my jeans and boxer-briefs past my hips, I freeze at her entrance, fighting for control. "This—" I rock against her, making us both gasp, "is reckless.”
Her hand slides up to cup my jaw hard. "I know."
"And I'm doing it anyway." I hold her gaze. "I should walk away. Lock myself in my room."
"But you won't," she whispers, and it's not a question.
"No." The admission costs me. "I won't."
Then reality intrudes in the form of protection. “I don’t have a condom.”
“None? Not even in your bedroom?”
“This is my first time back home in over a year, and last time I was home, I didn’t bring anyone here.” I rock against her slick heat, nearly losing my mind with want. “Do you? We could go to your room.”
“No. We used all the ones I had on the train.”
“Didn’t get any for yourfriend?”
“Jealous of him?” she fires back.
“Yes,” I admit. My gaze is glued to where I’m pressed against her, not quite entering, but so fucking close.
“The only person I’ve been with since my last doctor’s test, which was clear, was you.” She tips her hips, and the head of my cock dips inside her. “I have an IUD.”
My attention snaps to her face. “You want to go bare?”
“Depends. Have you…”
“I’ve had a check-up. I’m good. The only person I’ve been with since then is you. But…”
I’ve never not used a condom. The last thing I want is to be some woman’s meal ticket. But for some reason, I trust her—at least with this.
She scoots onto her elbows, away from me. “We don’t have to. We can stop.”
I grab her hips, lining her back up with me. “I’m going to pull out,” I blurt. Trust is one thing, but no kid needs me as a father.
“That’s fine.” She smirks. “As long as you make me come before you do.”
“I’m no gentleman, but I’m not a fool.” I push into her roughly, nearly losing myself in her tight heat, surrounding me with no barrier between us.
I drive into her harder at her demand, one hand working her clit to ensure she comes again before I do. “Keep going,” she gasps, fingernails digging into my shoulders. “Right there.”
She climaxes, her walls tightening around me, pulling mine from me. I pull out just in time, groaning her name as I stroke myself to finish. The sight of my release on her drawing it out, burning something into my chest I have no business feeling.
My heart is still slamming when the impulse hits — wrap her up, carry her to my bed, keep her there until morning.
What the hell is wrong with me?
