Then he looks at me and asks bluntly, “Birth control? You use it?”
I shake my head.
“I have an IUD, but the first time I don’t usually—”
He doesn’t show a flicker of annoyance, crossing to the nightstand and pulling out a condom. Of course, he has a stash.
I lick my lips.
This isn’t the sort of thing I usually do.
Casual sex outside normal dating has never been on my radar—but then again, neither has Ethan Blackthorn since the day he fake proposed.
And now…
Now, I’m technically his fiancée, planning a freaking wedding and picking out dresses.
Fantasy or not, that changes things.
It also makes me regret not telling him to forget the condom.
If Ethan cares at all, he doesn’t show it.
He just tilts my head back when he returns and kisses me with pure hunger, not caring where my mouth has just been.
I like that—I like it a lot.
The kiss also feels like a question.
Oddly careful at first, like he wants to know if I’m still on board with this and not drowning in second thoughts.
There’s an ache between my legs, despite the recent mind-splitting O.
I take the condom from his hands, ripping open the little foil packet and sliding it on him carefully, making sure to massage up and down his length.
To make sure it’s in place.
His next growl vibrates my bones as his mouth finds mine and he pushes me back on the bed, his body eclipsing mine.
What we’ve started feels inevitable now.
And I love it.
Nothing will stop this now.
I spread my legs, wrapping around him, and with one quick thrust, he’s in me.
All the way in.
His lips seal our union, and he swallows my gasp.
Holyshit, he’s big!
Thankfully, I’m wet enough so he slides right in.
But holy Mother of Dick, he fills me to the brim, almost to the point of discomfort.
Almost.
