I comply in a flurry, yanking it off, then unhooking my bra. He’sundoing his shirt, and once it’s off, his temporary ink is exposed. It feels like a secret just for me—his rose tattoo. I want to touch it, kiss it, lick it.
But when he moves off the bed to shed his slacks, reality hits me. “I never got more condoms.”
He dips his face to mine and cups my cheek in one hand. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”
My eyes pop. “You knew you’d break your rules?”
“Chloe, have you met me? I can’t stay away from you,” he says in a tone I’ve never heard from him before. It’s raw, stripped bare, and full of potent longing.
“Don’t then,” I say in the same tone.
He dips a hand into the pocket of his pants, grabs his wallet, and fishes out a condom. After he hands it to me, he strips off the rest of his clothes, then climbs back on the bed, prowling once again. This man can prowl over me anytime. “How do you want me, Chloe?”
The question is like a shot of lust straight to my heart. It’s sexy and thoughtful at the same time.
“Tell me so I can give it to you,” he adds with a filthy sort of reverence in those brown eyes.
I part my lips, trying to speak, to pick an item from the menu of Sawyer Dumont.I’ll take one DNA-rearranging fucking for an entree.Finished off with a dessert of him decorating me.Yes, I want both. But I don’t answer. I’m too…mesmerized. I reach for his hard cock, thick, pulsing in my hand.
He shudders, vulnerable and aroused all at once as I stroke him. I savor the feel of the soft skin and his hard shaft, velvet and iron.
And dripping with a bead of arousal at the head. As I spread it over the crown, he trembles. And something in me cracks a little bit.
Maybe the way I’ve held him at bay. How I’ve clutched tight to my mistakes. To the way they chase me, trip me up.
Right now, nothing feels like a mistake. I guide him, without protection, to where I want him most. Parting my legs for him, I rub the head of his big, beautiful dick through my wetness.
It feels extraordinary. We both tremble.
“Oh god,” I gasp.
“Fuck me,” he mutters at the same time.
I grip the base harder, drag him up and down. I’m aching everywhere, tingling across every inch of my skin as I play. “Just the tip,” I coax, feeling greedy for him.
It feels like we’re in another world, without consequences. He nods like a man trapped in a haze too. But then he freezes, blinks a few times, and chokes out, “Chloe…are you?—”
“On the pill,” I answer for him.
His groan is relieved and guttural, the sound of restraint snapping. He gives me a tease of his cock, sinking in the slightest bit.
And it’s ludicrously good. Flesh against flesh. My body cries out, begging for more of him. For all of him. I curl my hands around his bare shoulders. “It’s so good,” I whisper.
“It’s fucking incredible,” he says.
Like that, with my legs spread, my fingers curled around him, he eases out, then sinks back in.
Giving me just the tip.
That’s all.
But it’s enough to drive me wild. “Sawyer,” I gasp, so desperate for him like this.
“Yeah. Sweetheart?”
“I’m negative. Are you? And can you fuck me on my hands and knees so I can feel it tomorrow?”
He groans, long and rough. “Yes, and fuckingyes.”
