‘What?’
‘It’s a surprise. Enough talking.’
We’re both smiling as our lips come together, and then I’m tugging him in the direction of the bed and soaking up the feeling of his warm, hard body as it settles over me. Running my hands along his slim waist, I pull his shirt out of his trousers and press my fingers to his flat stomach. As his hands lift up my T-shirt and his mouth moves from my lips to my neck and finally to one of my nipples, I gasp and arch my back.
‘Okay, okay, enough foreplay.’ I sound delirious as I tackle his belt buckle and push his trousers part way down his legs before wriggling to lift up my skirt.
We’re still half-dressed, but I’m impatient.
‘I don’t have any condoms,’ he realises.
It’s like I’ve stepped into a cold shower.
‘Neither do I.’
The disappointment is so immense that there’s no way in hell we’re not finding a workable solution.
‘I’ve never slept with anyone without a condom before,’ I whisper.
‘Neither have I.’
I retreat to look at him. ‘Really?’
‘I swear.’
I was more surprised than doubting him.
His pupils are so dilated. It’s sexy as hell.
Our mouths come together again.
‘I’m not on birth control, though.’ My voice sounds garbled.
‘Fuuuuuck,’ he moans against my neck.
‘Pull out,’ I urge.
He hesitates. Then he lifts his head to look at me directly again. ‘Are you sure?’
I nod. ‘I’m sure.’
We break apart only far enough to slide down our underwear, and then he repositions himself between my legs.
‘Are you sure about this?’ he checks again, his voice strained.
‘Fuck, Ash, please, I want you so much right now.’
He sinks down and I lift my hips up simultaneously. The noise I make when we’re connected intimately, skin to skin, is feral. It’s so intense, so mind-blowing. He’s ruined sex for me with any other man forever. The thought of him stoppingwhat he’s doing is beyond the realm of possibility, but, argh …
‘I really could get pregnant,’ I say against his mouth, warning him.
‘If I get you pregnant, I’d have to marry you,’ he replies roughly, still moving. ‘I can’t have an heir out of wedlock.’
I laugh against his shoulder. ‘Don’t joke about it.’
Fuck. Heisjoking, isn’t he?
Suddenly there’s a knock at the door. We simultaneously freeze.
