His fingers slide inside me, curling to hit that spot, and I come apart, my cry echoing in the high ceilings of thewarehouse. I shake, riding out the waves of pleasure, my hands tangling in his hair.
He laps at me, cleaning every drop, before standing up. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking proud of himself.
“Better?” he asks, pulling my panties back up.
“My knees are jelly,” I admit.
He grins, helping me off the counter. “I’ll take the credit for that.”
He picks up my dress and helps me back into it.
We grab my coat and purse. The drive to my house is quiet, the snow falling in heavy flakes under the headlights of his truck. He holds my hand on the center console, his thumb rubbing lazy circles over my knuckles.
“You okay?” he asks as he turns onto my street.
“Yeah.” I look out at the dark houses. “Just... a lot.”
“Good a lot or bad a lot?”
“Confusing a lot.”
He squeezes my hand. “You know you can talk to us about anything, right?”
I nod.
“I wanted to talk to you about last night?”
I look at him. “What about it?”
“I don’t know if you’ve had the talk with Eli and Knox, but they were basically monks before they met you. And I have been sexually active, but I’ve never ever fucked anyone without a condom. Never.”
“Never?” I breathe out.
“Never, Amber. You were my first. And I do get tested regularly so I can promise you that I’m clean. I just… I wanted you to know that.”
I kiss his cheek. “Thank you for telling me, but you don’t have to worry about that either way.”
His eyebrow cocks in confusion. I want to tell him that there’s no chance I can risk getting pregnant again…not after last time. But he looks so earnest, and the last few hours have been so perfect, so I say nothing.
He pulls up in front of Jude’s place, killing the engine. The house is dark.
He reaches over, unbuckling my seatbelt for me, and pulls me into a kiss. This one is slow and sweet.
“I’ll walk you to the door,” he says.
We walk up the shoveled path. The cold air bites at my face, clearing the last of the haze from the orgasm. At the door, he stops, turning me to face him.
“Go get some sleep, Sunshine.”
“Thanks for... everything.”
“Anytime.”
He kisses my forehead, then my lips, and waits while I unlock the door. I step inside, the silence of the house wrapping around me. I watch him walk back to his truck, his head ducked against the snow.
I close the door, locking it. The house is freezing. I turn around to hang up my coat.
A prickle runs up my spine.
