Page 88 of Fallen Hero

“You don’t get it, Calli. This is cliché as fuck, but it’s not you, it’s me. Nothing about you is weird. It’s about what I’m feeling. How much I’m feeling. And truthfully, it scares the fuck out of me.”

“I get that.”

I wasn’t sure she understood the enormity of my feelings, and I didn’t miss she felt something for me. I just didn’t think it was on the same level.

Yet, I couldn’t fucking deny her, even knowing in the end she’d break me.

“You need to tell me exactly what it is you want.”

Her hands hit my chest, she leaned forward, the robe split wider, and her breasts were now dangerously close to snapping my sanity. Not that I already hadn’t lost my mind.

“You. I just want you.”

An unhealthy need exploded in my chest. My stiff cock hardened painfully, ready to take what she so beautifully offered.

But, fuck.

“I don’t have a condom.”

I wasn’t sure if that was my saving grace to stop my recklessness or if this was the true meaning of hell on earth. Having something I wanted more than my next breath so close but not being able to take it.

Torture.

“Well, since I’ve never . . . and you haven’t for a long time . . . and I have the birth control implant, we’re covered.”

I didn’t ask why she had birth control covered. I knew. And the thought of why she’d cover herself against pregnancy—just in case she was violated—made me murderous. Burn-cities-to-the-ground homicidal.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I admitted.

“Neither have I,” she teased.

Her body shook in silent laughter above me, doing a number on my self-control. There was only so much I could take with her pussy shuddering over my rock-hard, ready-to-go erection.

But she had to guide this. All of it.

“Kiss me, Calli.”

Without delay, her palms glided from my stomach up to my pecs as she brought her mouth closer. By the time her lips touched mine, every muscle in my body was strung tight in anticipation. When our tongues met, my hands on her ass gave an encouraging squeeze.

She was in control.

Her pace.

Even if every soft slide of her tongue killed me, I wouldn’t rush her. When she started rocking her hips, I knew death was a real possibility.

Calli broke the kiss long enough to issue a demand. “Touch me.”

I lifted her ass up enough I could slide a hand between us, shoving the robe out of my way as I went. Fuck me. No panties. My knuckles grazed my eager cock as my fingers went in search of heaven.

“Christ,” I groaned, finding her sex drenched.

“Yes,” she purred, and nudged herself against my finger toying with her opening.

Using every ounce of restraint I could muster, I slowly pushed a finger inside. Calli had other ideas when she immediately started rocking.

“More.”

I ignored her request and gently built her excitement until she was panting. I pulled my finger free and pushed back in with two.