Page 42 of Viper

“Tell me you’re on something—” His words came out haggard. Broken. Like his fucking restraint. “Birth control or some shit.”

This time she froze, and her hesitation shook him.

“Paige.”

“No, I’m not on birth control. It’s been a while since I’ve had a partner and . . .”

He cupped the nape of her neck and gently turned her face toward him. “Are we in the safe zone?” He wasn’t a genius when it came to women’s cycles, but he wasn’t an idiot either.

She nodded. “My period is due any day.”

Well, that both relieved and disappointed him. Relieved because they could keep going. Disappointed because that meant it’d be a few days before they could do this again.

Looping his arm around her waist, he rolled her onto her back and settled deep inside her. She let out another loud moan as his cock rubbed her clit, and her nails bit into his shoulders. He balanced his weight on his forearms and framed her perfect, angelic face.

“If you want a condom, tell me now.”

She shook her head.

“I need to hear you say it,” he insisted. “And just so you know—I’ve never gone bareback with anyone else.”

He rocked his hips, physically unable not to. He’d wanted this for so long. Not just the sex. That wasn’t all this was. This was Paige and him. A connection that probably shouldn’t have happened but was impossible to sever.

She brought her hand to his cheek and stroked his beard with her thumb. Emotion—something he couldn’t place but that made his heart tug—filled her eyes. “No condom, Troy. I just want to feel you.”

Warmth spread through his chest. Her words surrounded him in a bubble of happiness. Not because he got to be skin-to-skin with her. Because she trusted him. He brought his lips down to hers.

There was no way he’d trade this moment for anything.

Chapter Eleven

Troy’s girth threatened to split Paige in two but also hit her with round after round of pleasure. He rode her like a wild stallion. She locked her ankles together at the small of his back and circled her arms around his neck.

His warm breath tickled her ear, making her skin pucker with awareness. His muscles rubbed against her breasts. Her senses fizzled and the world rocked on its axis.

Her insides clenched around his thickness and his deep, primitive groan told her he’d felt the constriction.

Wetness touched her thighs with every in-and-out motion. An orgasm buzzed low in her belly, every nerve ending cranked on max intensity. He plunged deep, grinding his shaft against her clit. She nearly blacked out.

“Yes! Fuck me, Troy,” she gasped, barely aware of the wanton, desperate plea ripping from her lungs.

She didn’t even need to command him. He’d already gotten the message, smacking that same spot over and over until her limbs spasmed and her head swam with foggy ecstasy.

He didn’t slow. He panted against her neck, his thrusts rough and needy. He cried out her name like a prayer as he sank them both deeper into the mattress. His movement slowed, and then his fingers brushed her cheek.

“You all right, honey?”

“P-Perfect,” she managed.

His gruff laugh made her smile. He pushed his weight off her and rolled to the side, taking her with him. She dropped her lazy fingers to his chest, cherishing the way their bodies synced so easily.

Of course sex with Troy would be magical. Life and sour decisions had kept them apart, but now that she’d tasted this, had been the object of his loving, there was no going back.

No other man would hold her like this. No other man would take her to such heights and hold space for her to fall. Or maybe no other man would feel quite like this because she didn’t want any other man.

She wanted Troy.

Every time.