‘Shhh…’ He pressed a finger to my lips to stop the babble of panic in its tracks. ‘I am healthy. This is a first for me also.’
My panic downgraded a notch. But there was still the massive problem of pregnancy.
‘I’m so sorry, I’m not on the pill…’ I managed, feeling so gauche and unsophisticated having to make the admission. If he hadn’t guessed already I was a hookup virgin, he would certainly know now. ‘I should have said something, I know, but…’
He stroked his thumb across my lips, silencing me again. But his expression barely changed, until his lips twisted in a sensual smile. To my astonishment, he didn’t look shocked or horrified at my confession. Instead, his eyes became hooded with what I now recognised as desire.
‘I like imagining this body pregnant with my child…’ he murmured, running his palm down to cup my breast and thumb the nipple.
‘What…?’ I croaked, shocked he could find the prospect arousing.
‘Your breasts would become so sensitive.’
I shuddered, the streak of heat firing deep into my abdomen as he pinched my nipple, just hard enough to make sensation dart down to my core, heady and all-consuming.
‘Your belly where my child would grow would brand you as mine,’ he rumbled, his voice rich with the possessiveness I had noticed before.
I groaned, the picture he was painting both insane and wildly erotic.
Did he have some kind of fetish about pregnancy? I couldn’t process the thought when he cupped my sex as if it belonged to him, his fingers stroking, delving. I had to clasp his forearm, his touch too much, the tenderness there making me ache even as I wanted to ride his hand.
He clasped my neck with his other hand, dragged me close to press his lips to the pulse point under my ear.
‘It is making me want you again…’ he murmured, caressing the soft skin with those demanding lips as his fingers delved and probed again, rubbing the hot, sweet spot he had already feasted on.
I let out a staggered groan, forced to drop the dress, to cling to those broad shoulders as he turned the tenderness to hard, driving need.
‘Do not worry. If there is a baby, I will protect it…’ he said. ‘And you.’
My mind struggled to make sense of what he was saying as I plummeted head first into that hot vat of bliss all over again.
Even though I knew in some corner of my mind—where I could still process coherent thought—what he was saying was all wrong…because we’d only just met, and a pregnancy would be a disaster…his words—so gruff and sure and protective—were also impossibly arousing.
‘We will not take the risk again,’ he said, scooping me into his arms and striding back to the bed. After placing me on the satin sheets, he produced a box of condoms from the bedside table and made short work of sheathing the already thickening erection. Apparently he was as turned on as I was by the thought of an unplanned pregnancy.
What the hell?
But as he climbed on the bed and pressed my knees wide, I was swept away on a new wave of adrenaline, the endorphin high making coherent thought impossible. I flinched as he sank into me in one sure, devastating thrust, filling me to bursting again. The penetration was as immense as before. He brushed the sweaty hair back from my forehead and kissed me hard on the lips while I adjusted to the devastating feel of having him inside me again, lodged deep.
‘But if fate gives us a baby—we will honour it,’ he declared.
I found myself nodding dumbly, not really having any clue what he meant… He couldn’twantto become a father in these circumstances, with a woman he’d hooked up with for a single night. But I couldn’t think about it now, as he began to move, rolling his hips out and back, conquering every part of me and claiming me as his.
I lifted my hips to meet his devastating thrusts, and decided I would have to think about it all tomorrow. Because tonight, all I could do was ride the whirlwind once more.
Vito
I worked her tight flesh in vicious strokes until the climax hit me, the grip of the orgasm as agonising as it was euphoric, rolling through my body like a summer storm. Wild, free and devastating.
She groaned, her hands clinging to my shoulders, her body milking me. Her face was a picture of shock and awe before I collapsed into her arms.
I braced my hands on the bed, pushed myself back so as not to crush her under my weight. But my arms were shaking, my muscles straining as I pulled out of her with difficulty and rolled to flop onto the bed beside her.
I felt drained, exhausted. I’d never had a climax like it. Make that two climaxes like it. And yet already, I could feel my cock twitching again, the heavy weight in my groin still not satisfied as I turned my head to find her staring back at me, those mossy-green eyes dazed.
I reached out to cradle her cheek and sink my fingers into her wild hair. I dragged her close to capture those plump lips and claim them again. Then I trailed my hand down to cup her full breast, thumb the nipple, still rigid and begging for my mouth.
I swallowed heavily, my cock thickening again—wanting more, when it should already have had enough.
