He reads my mind. “You’re going to enjoy it, Amelie. It’s going to be fun.”
“Fun,” I repeat, like I need to try the word on.
“Yes. And Boo?”
I’ll admit I kind of melt whenever he calls me that. Only a few people ever have, and it makes me feel like we know each other better than three days would usually allow. “Yes?”
“If you don’t like New York we can come back.”
We.“I know.”
But it’s the right thing to say. Of course I can come back to New Orleans whenever I want. The thought relaxes me by a millionth of a fraction.
Dallas is trailing his fingers over my nipples, playing with them as he soaps me up. And something occurs to me. “I justremembered there is actually a thing I need to get from my room.”
“What’s that?”
“My pills.”
“What pills?”
“You know. My birth control pills.”
He’s silent for a few seconds and I can see the thoughts flickering behind his eyes. I can detect a sort of charmed curiosity, and something darker. His caveman, for some unknown reason, likes what I’ve just said. “I guess, since you didn’t bring any kind of bag with you and the clothes you were wearing are still in the limo, that maybe it should have occurred to me. So does that mean … you haven’t taken your pills at all this weekend?”
“No.”
“I know you said you just started taking them a couple weeks ago. Did anyone tell you …howto take them?”
“They were out of brochures and the free clinic was packed because it’s being shut down due to budget cuts. So we didn’t get any kind of briefing. But Sadie said there are a bunch of sugar pills in the pack that you don’t have to take if you don’t want to. So I figured it’s fine if I don’t take them for a couple of days. Since you only have to take twenty-one of them.”
Dallas bites his lip like he’s trying not to react. And his cock—I can’t help but notice—is suddenly rock-hard again, bumping hotly against my stomach. “I think the sugar pills are for a certain week of the month when something else is going on.”
It dawns on me what he’s explaining and feel like a naïvechild and a total idiot. “Oh my god. You mean … you’re supposed to take them every day?”
“I believe so.”
I grip his muscular arm, suddenly panic-stricken. “Oh no.” How could I be so stupid? And how wasIsupposed toknowthat? No onetoldme. “Dallas.Holy shit.”
We’ve been having mostly—which basically means completely—unprotected sex all weekend.
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Dallas appearsto be not only entirely unconcerned about my gargantuan fuck-up but also seriously turned on. He lifts me, so freaking easily it takes me off guard. He leans me against the Italian marble or whatever it is. The two shower heads rain onto us. “Wrap your legs around me,” he growls.
“Why?” I do it anyway. “Dallas. We need todosomething about this. I mean, there must be a?—”
His cock isthere, the thick head of it already pushing inside me. As always, I’m so wet for him, whether from now or earlier I can’t honestly tell and it hardly matters, he slides easily, thickly into me. Forcing me to takeallof him.
Usually he waits for some kind of assurance from me, but not this time. “Dallas.We need totalkabout this. We need todosomething.”
But he’s already deep inside me. “I am doing something.”
“Did you nothearwhat I just told you?”
“I heard you.”
“If it’s true that I’ve missed three days of taking my pill then we could be in very serious trouble here.”
