After nipping the side of her breast, he dragged his tongue over the same spot. “Plan on it, babe.”
Without any urgency, he climbed off the bed, his erection bobbing with each step as he walked over to pick up his jeans and dig a condom out of his wallet.
Good. Because she didn’t have any and she did not need a second child with this man.
Ice slithered through her veins when she remembered the form of birth control that failed them four years ago. The same as what they were about to use. If she had been sexually active more recently, she would’ve gone on birth control and they would’ve been double-protected.
But she wasn’t and they wouldn’t be.
She prayed to the condom gods that he had changed brands and this one wouldn’t fail.
Her blood rushed as she watched him roll it on before giving his latex-encased cock two quick pumps. With his loose hair falling across his forehead, he stalked toward the bed, his erection still in his fist.
Everything about him was so damn breathtaking. The devil-may-care attitude he exuded. His lean but muscular,tattooed body. That gorgeous thick head of hair. Those intense blue eyes intently focused on her.
“Gonna smash that pussy.”
The breath hissed out of her.
“Gonna fuck it ’til you come all over my dick.”
A shudder ran through her.
“Gonna fill you with my dick and make you beg for more.”
Flames licked at her insides. “I hope you can keep those promises.”
“Never said they were a fuckin’ promise. More of a guarantee.”
Oh yes, he was still so full of himself.
“We’ll see,” she challenged.
One side of his mouth pulled up and he narrowed his eyes on her.
She smiled.
That smile was wiped away when he fell on her again, his knee spreading her thighs, his hands collaring her wrists and pinning them to the mattress.
“Been a long fuckin’ time, babe,” he murmured in her ear. “Long fuckin’ time.”
This was not the time to remind him of why that was.
The head of his cock bumped against her before he released one of her wrists to guide it through her slick folds until it found purchase. Found home.
He was no longer taking his time. He’d never been a patient man. One thrust was all it took to take her to where she’d never thought she’d be again.
Once he was fully seated inside her, he paused, his parted lips a hairsbreadth from hers. Their eyes locked on each other.
He released her other wrist and drove his fingersinto her hair, tipped her head back, and crashed his mouth against hers.
Stealing her breath and giving her his in return.
At the same time, he began to roll his hips.
Stretching her.
Filling her.
