“I have ideas.”
Any good intentions I had about easing into the morning evaporate. This food was a distraction from everything last night dredged up.
She lifts the hem, pulling the too-big shirt over her head and dropping it at her side. My willpower has nothing on her naked and ready in front of me.
“Where are your underwear?” I growl.
Her lips quirk and her shoulder lifts. “A girl can never be too careful with thieves about.”
I step closer, my hands landing on her hips like it’s where they belong. I tilt my head, running my lips up her neck. “How will I ever complete my collection?”
“You’re a resourceful guy; I’m sure you’ll find a way.”
“And you’re awfully smug considering how hard I’m about to fuck you.”
“If that’s supposed to curb my mockery, I fear you’ve misjudged me.”
Backing her up, I steer her across the kitchen to the table I tasted her on last night. I spin her away from me and lower my mouth to her shoulder, scraping my teeth over it. “Hands on the table.”
She glances over her shoulder, mouth falling open as I kiss down her spine. My hands trail down her sides until they find their home on her hips.
“Fuck, Angel, I tried to be patient last night, but I can’t be that guy today. Not when I need you like this.” My bare feet nudge hers apart as I trace the line of her hip with my fingers,before dragging them through her sex. “I’m going to make sure you feel me here for days. That okay with you?”
“God, yes,” she whispers, her eyes drifting closed as I finger-fuck her slowly. She’s so slick my fingers easily slip in and out. “Give me an ache that never leaves.”
What I wouldn’t give to have her keep a piece of me.
“Did you come out here without your panties on planning to taunt me? Is that why you’re ready for my cock before we’ve even started?”
She pins her lip between her teeth but doesn’t answer. I pull my fingers free, watching her sag and clench around nothing.
I rub my palm over her cheek in warning.
Her eyes flash with desire.
My hand comes down against her creamy skin. “I need your answer.”
“Yes. Working up the nerve to do it just made me want you more.”
Freeing my cock, I stroke it, using her to coat myself. With each stroke, I bump against her. My tip slips through her folds. “You woke up all alone and came looking for a fuck.”
“Yes,” she cries.
“I don’t have a condom,” I warn, forcing myself to slow down, even though every instinct in me wants the exact opposite.
Aspen stills beneath my hands.
I drag my mouth over her shoulder, grounding myself before I say it. “I had a vasectomy a few years ago, and I had a physical before fire season—everything came back clear.”
My grip loosens on her hips just enough to let her move away if she wants to. “I know what I said, but we don’t have to do this. Not like this.”
She turns her head, eyes softer than I’m prepared for. “I have an IUD,” she says quietly. “And I was tested a few weeks ago.”
The air between us shifts, turning heavy in a way that has nothing to do with sex.
“Are you sure?” I ask, because I need to hear it again. This can’t just be heat and leftover adrenaline from last night.
Aspen looks at me like I’m safe. Like I’m someone solid enough to build something around.
