No, that wasn’t true.
I wanted his cock free and my pants down just far enough to take him. I didn’t care about the rest at that moment.
So I went for it.
Saying a grateful prayer for his loose pants, I shoved my arm between our bodies, slipping right into his waistband and encountering nothing but skin. I added a grateful prayer for his lack of boxers as I wrapped my hand around his hard length. My thumb flicked across his piercing.
“Fuck,” he hissed out between clenched teeth.
That’s the goal.
I didn’t have the chance to get that far when he pulled away from me. Or tried to. I greedily kept my hold on him even as he lifted onto his knees. His head dropped back, exposing the corded muscles of his neck as he groaned.
“Christ, you distract me.” His movements were jerky as he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. He tapped the screen before turning it to face me.
I knew what I would see before he showed it, but the confirmation of a recent all clear from his doctor was still reassuring.
And, shockingly, frommonthsprior.
“You haven’t been with anyone since?” I confirmed. I trusted that he wouldn’t put me at risk, but I also couldn’t believe that someone like Tripp would go more than a night or two without… companionship.
“No. I have condoms anyway,” he added. His watchful eyes remained on me, growing more guarded when I released him. His expression quickly erupted into a blaze of heat, wiping out everything else as I used the limited space to whip my shirt over my head. His move was far more graceful and infinitely hotter when he gripped his tee at the back of his neck and yanked it off with one smooth motion.
Our pants followed after in a frantic rush to get naked.
Dropping all that mouth-watering nakedness to cover me, Tripp used a knee between my legs to hitch them farther apart. Spreading me bare and wide and at his mercy.
At his whim.
At his anything.
“Last chance,” he rumbled, his body tense as he loomed over me.
And that was when it hit me. What had felt different about his kisses.
There’d been no restraint. No holding back. It wasn’t until right then, while he remained taut to the point of trembling as his fingers dug into my hips, that I realized how tightly he’d always kept himself in check.
I didn’t want him in check.
I wanted him to release the control he had over himself while wielding what he had over me.
I didn’t want to think or, more likely, overthink.
I just wanted to feel because I trusted that he would make it amazing for me.
Why wasn’t he making it amazing for me?
It took me a long, dazed moment to remember that he’d said something. “Last chance for what?”
His voice was a low, strained growl. “To tell me to leave.”
I frantically shook my head.
“Tell me to stop.”
“No.” I barely managed the one word before he dropped to take my mouth. His hand worked between us as he positioned himself at my entrance with just the tip pressing in.
And then he froze.
