I didn’t just love this girl.
I was in love with Gracie Reynolds.
“Why do you always have to make everything feel so good?” she whispered.
“Do you want another first?” I asked as I leaned against her ear before kissing down her neck.
Her dark brown eyes opened, locking with mine. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, seeing as we’ve both never taken a bath with anyone else, I’m guessing neither one of us has had sex in a bathtub.”
“You want to have sex with me in here?” she asked, her voice so sexy I felt myself grow beneath her.
“I do.”
“What if the water makes a mess?” she asked, a wicked grin on her face.
“I’m a contractor. I’m happy to repair any damage from our sexual escapades.”
She tucked her lips between her teeth and pressed her breasts against my chest. Her nipples were clearly hard enough that I felt them.
“I mean, I did ask for lessons, and this is a new one.”
“I’m nothing if not a good teacher of sexual pleasure,” I said, tucking the loose strand of hair that had broken free behind her ear. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, and her face was clean of makeup. She looked fucking stunning.
She pushed up, positioning my tip between her thighs, and then she froze. “We don’t have a condom.”
“Fuck me,” I groaned, gripping her hips to lift her out of the tub.
We were going to have to move our party to the bedroom.
“Wait.” She pressed down on my shoulders. “Have you ever been with anyone without a condom?”
“Never. No.” I had no hesitation, because I’d never considered it.
“Neither have I,” she said, the words breathy, and I could see the way her chest was rising and falling. “And I’ve been on the pill since I moved to Paris.”
“What are you saying, Jeege?” I asked, my voice gruff.
Because the thought of fucking my girl with nothing between us?
It was more than I could wrap my head around.
Pun. Intended.
“I want to feel you without a condom.”
I wanted to feel every inch of her. Experience everything with her.
I nodded. “Me too.”
The sexiest smile spread across her face. She’d gotten her confidence back since being here. She was asking for what she wanted. What she needed.
She wasn’t adapting her needs for someone else.
I fucking loved it.
Lucky for me, we wanted the same things most of the time.
