“Rug burn, sweetie,” he said. “If we’re gonna cuddle like this, let’s get rid of some clothes, yeah?”
A momentary second of horror hit her face. “Did I hurt you?”
She started to climb off, but he held her hips still. This time grinding up gently against her.
Damn, she felt amazing.
“Brennan.” Her pupils dilated further. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not yet.” He pinned her gaze with his. “But we keep this up, we’ll both be sore.”
“Right.” She pressed two hands against his pecs and shook her head. “You’re right. Of course you’re right.”
Again, he held her hips still so she wouldn’t dismount and run.
“I didn’t say we should stop.” He pressed the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip, reveling in the tender softness of her pink skin.
She reached for the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head.
He didn’t want to stare, but her breasts had been fantastic before. Now? They were even better. As if he’d thought that possible.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” he said in a promise he abso-fucking-lutely meant. He pressed up and ruffled his hands through her hair, pulling it around her shoulders before pulling her to him to drink her deep. Kiss her like she deserved. Like he needed, and he hoped to hell she needed too.
By the time he finished with her mouth and moved along the curve of her neck with his mouth, neither of them were super concerned about rug burn. Bax and Courtney of tomorrow could deal with that.
Bax and Courtney of today were about to have an excellent time.
“I need you,” she said when he moved to pull her pants off. “Need this.”
Thank hell she did a pants and underwear combo removal. He appreciated the enthusiasm.
“I know,” he said, crawling toward her and drawing one nipple into his mouth.
She moaned and mewled and rubbed her core against his.
Here’s the thing—Bax had had a lot of sex in his time on this planet. Had it in many, many places. But Courtney deserved better than a quick fuck.
They’d already done that.
This time, he’d wanted to give her more.
So he extracted himself from her arms and pressed light kisses to her mouth as he pulled off his shorts.
Careful not to jostle her as he laid her back against the comforter, he settled her into the bedding before dismounting to head to the bathroom. He hoped to hell there were condoms somewhere in this house.
He should add that to any future real estate contracts.
“Where are you going?” Courtney pulled him back, laced her fingers behind his head, and did not let go.
“Condom, sweetheart,” he said against her lips.
She shook her head, lips brushing against his. “That pirate ship sailed months ago.”
“I’m clean,” he said. He’d taken a lot of tests to be sure after he found out his swimmers had made it to home base.
She was clean because she’d told him.
Hell, he could be down with this.
