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His mouth quirked up in a small grin, and I soothed the hurt I’d just inflicted by running my hand over the bulging skin of his bicep.
“Be serious,” I ordered.
His face sobered.
“Let me tell you something, Sway.” He pressed me backward until he was completely covering me, his large frame towering over me like an avenging angel. “I’ll do just about anything to make you happy. That means, should things go bad between us, I’ll do whatever I have to do to make sure you’re comfortable. If I have to fucking leave the Lumberjacks to do that, I will. I’ll do that because I want you to be happy. I’ll do just about anything to see a smile light up your face, even if it’s because I’m leaving that you do it.”
My eyes closed of their own volition, and when I opened them again after I’d regained my composure, I ordered my brain to take a hike and let my heart make all the decisions.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” he confirmed.
I nodded.
His grin would’ve lit up the bathroom if it were possible, and I had to clench my legs together to ease the ache that that smile caused.
“So…” he pressed his lips against the corner of my collar bone. “Have you ever had shower sex?”
“I’m clean as a whistle,” I blurted. “I had to pass a full physical to start my job with the Lumberjacks.”
My word vomit caused him to smile, and I narrowed my eyes.
“Well?” I asked when he got finished laughing quietly at me.
“I’m clean. I haven’t had sex since…before you.” He growled. “And I passed a full physical myself.” He cleared his throat. “Did you tell me this for the reason I think you told me this?”
“I have the birth control implant right here,” I pointed to the soft skin underneath my arm, and his eyes automatically went to the place on my arm where I was indicating.
“That looks painful,” he muttered, taking in the raised skin.
“It wasn’t too bad,” I admitted.
How was he able to have a normal conversation right now? With his large dick sandwiched between both of our bodies? With the way my nipples were pebbled against his big, defined, hairy chest.
My hand moved up to swirl the soft hair around his nipples, and he growled low in his throat.
“Don’t,” he ordered.
My brows rose as my eyes moved to his.
“Why not?” I inquired.
“Because I’m barely hanging on here,” he admitted. “You start touching me, and I’ll start forgetting that I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
My mouth kicked up at the corners as a grin split my face.
I never thought of myself as sexy, but in this man’s arms, I felt all kinds of beautiful.
The way he looked at me, the way his big body towered over mine.
I’d never in my life felt petite before, but in Hancock’s arms, I felt downright small.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured, making some decision. “Stop thinking so hard.”
“I can’t help it,” I told him honestly. “I…”
He shut me up with his mouth, slamming his down onto mine as he curled one large arm around my waist and pulled me in tight to him.
When he was sure he had a good grip on me, he moved, maneuvering us until I was in front of the large seat that took up the back half of the shower, and then twisted so I was facing it.
Then, without another word, he shoved me forward, making sure to hold onto my hips as he did.
I gasped as I instinctively bent over, my hands going to the tile bench as I looked back at him over my shoulder.
“I want to slam inside of you,” he rasped. “I want to line up with your tight hole, force my way inside and watch as you take me.”
I blinked.
“And, why can’t you?” I pushed him.
That’s when I felt his cock up at my entrance starting to press inside.
My mouth opened wide the head of his cock started to stretch me.
I’d, of course, known he was big.
I’d seen him in boxers. I’d seen him through the jetted waters of the whirlpool. I’d felt him against me. But I’d never really looked at him.
But it was another thing all together to experience it—to have him pushing inside of me.
The man was massive.
Positively huge.
I was one hundred percent sure that he wasn’t going to fit, and I knew exactly why he said what he said only moments before.
He literally couldn’t.
Could he?
Then he started to slip inside me further, and my eyes widened in surprise, with a little bit of discomfort.
“You make me forget,” he started to pull backwards.
But then I pressed against him, letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that I wanted him to continue.
I wanted to know if I would be able to take all of him. I had to know.
I had a feeling that this was something he’d always wanted to do and couldn’t. I wanted to be different.
