“Your underwear is still in my pocket.”
I yanked my skirt out of the way. Too much damn fabric. “And I’m still wet for you.”
He reached between us to open the fly of his jeans.
Okay. We were doing this without removing too many clothes, but we were both impatient.
I needed him inside me.
When he freed himself, he slid the blunt crown of his erection through my soaked pussy and notched himself at my entrance. Then he stopped.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Protection.”
I blinked, rocking against him because I couldn’t help myself. I was so close to ecstasy. “Um...”
“Fuck.” He clasped my hips and held me still. “I wasmarried, so I’m not used to using any.” His voice was haggard.
A small portion of my libido took a step back as curiosity rose. “Like you haven’t used condoms for years?” It wasn’t like Rhys to throw caution to the wind. His sense of responsibility was his strength as well as his biggest weakness.
“Like I haven’t been with anyone in years.”
“Oh.” Now I was impressed. And pleased. He said he hadn’t dated, but I hadn’t ruled out hookups.
“But before that, I used it religiously, otherwise I wouldn’t have thought of it.”
My body was screaming at me to cinch my legs tighter and take him inside me. My logical brain was barely on board to find a solution. “I see. So, um... I have an IUD and I’ve got my checkup routine down since I dated shitheads. But I’ve never not used protection.”
His eyes went hooded. “Never?”
I shook my head. “I never trusted anyone enough. Except you, but I wasn’t on birth control in high school. I trust you now.”
He rolled his hips. The tip of his cock dragged through my wetness. Then he pushed inside.
I let out a gasp as he entered me in one smooth motion. “Oh god.”
He filled me so completely I didn’t know where I ended and he began. My clit came alive at the pressure, and when he pulled out and thrust back in, the pressure was enough to propel me right back to the top of my orgasm.
I dug my fingers into his thick hair and held on as he pounded into me. I crept higher and higher, my climaximminent. “I can’t believe how fast you can make me come.”
He grunted and wound his arms around the inside of my thighs. He widened my legs until I was as open as possible. Everything stretched tighter. Every part of my body that was touching him clamped down harder, and oh god, the steady rub of his abdomen against my clit was pure heaven.
Pleasure expanded outward until I couldn’t stand it. My heart might stop. I would implode, then explode. I hit the top of my peak and stayed there, suspended, as he plunged into me over and over.
“Rhys!” The explosion happened. Pure pleasure detonated where we were connected and spread outward. My back slid up and down the wall as I shook through my orgasm. He punched into me one more time before he curled around me, a growl ripping from his throat.
“Fuck, June. Fuck, fuck.” His hips made small pumps as we finished coming together.
My chest heaved in time with his as we caught our breath.
“It’s never been like that,” he rasped.
No, it hadn’t. I’d come quicker and more powerfully than I ever had. But what had he meant? Never been like this between us before? Never like this for him at all?
Did it matter? We’d both gotten pleasure. He’d ended his dry spell so I could write songs.
Fair trade?
He tipped his forehead against mine. Our breathing was evening out. The threads of a case of nerves were settling in. He’d basically declared us a thing in front of his ex. He hadn’t dispelled the notion, and since she was there and he was here, I doubt he’d lied.
