“No.”
“Want me to stop?’
“No.”
This woman was going to be the death of him.
Rafe reached beneath her, slicking his thumb with her juices before teasing her again. This time he pressed his thumb into her ass, holding it there while he pumped his hips, fucking her hard and deep.
Bailey began meeting every thrust, rocking back against him, her pussy taking his cock, her asshole fucking his thumb. Just the sight of it made his breath falter for a moment. Rafe wasn’t going to last any longer than he had the first time.
“Fuck me,” he urged. “Fuck my cock, Bailey.”
While she slammed back against him, Rafe held himself as still as possible. The sweet warmth of her pussy made his cock swell.
He remained like that as she took her pleasure from him, her moans growing louder until she cried out his name again. When her pussy tightened, squeezing him like a velvet vise, Rafe pulled his thumb from her ass, gripped her hips with both hands and drilled into her repeatedly until his cock exploded, his seed shooting deep inside her.
It was only then that he realized what he’d forgotten.
***
“Shit,” Rafe hissed, launching himself off thebed.
Bailey stared after him, confused.
“I’m sorry, Bailey.”
Oh, Jesus. No.
No, no, no. He didnotget to do this. He didnotget to have regrets after something as incredible as that.
Intending to give him a piece of her mind, Bailey started after him when he disappeared into the bathroom. It wasn’t until she stood up and felt the warmth trickle down her thigh that she realized they hadn’t used a condom.
She glanced at the bathroom door, down at herself.
It probably wasn’t the sanest reaction to a situation like this, but Bailey grinned as she marched to the bathroom to get a towel.
“Rafe?”
“Be out in a minute.”
“I’m comin’ in,” she warned before opening the door.
He was still naked, standing at the sink, his hands pressed down on the porcelain sides, his head hanging low.
She was about to blast him when she saw his back, the scars that marred his sleek golden skin. There was a large triangular-shaped one on his right shoulder blade and several small round ones scattered down his left side, a few more up near his neck.
Figuring now wasn’t the time to ask where he got them, she stuck to her original plan to rip him a new one about his unwelcome apology.
“If you’re in here because you regret what happened, I’m gonna kick your ass,” she said, opening the small cabinet above the toilet in search of a washcloth.
He lifted his head and met her gaze in the mirror.
She smiled. “And if you’re in here because you realized we didn’t use a condom, you can stop freakin’ out. I’m on birth control. And if you’re worried about me, I always used condoms with Seth. Before him, I’d been tested at one of my routine appointments.” She paused, then opted to add, “And Holt and I use condoms.”
His eyebrows had hitched up an inch or so as though he was shocked by her revelation.
“Your turn.”
