Page 98 of My Undead Love Life

“I know this is complicated,” she said. “I know Keith might be alive. I know I love him. But I want you, too. Right now. As long as you want me, too.”

“I want you so much it’s been making me stupid,” I admitted.

Her mouth curved slightly. “You hide it well.”

“No, I don’t.” I kissed her again.

For once, I just felt. I brought her close, kissing her with everything I’d been holding back for two months. Every time I’d forced my hands to stay respectful during checks. Every time I’d woken with her warm against me and pretended my body wasn’t aching. Every time I’d watched her laugh with Luck or soften against Oxi and told myself I was okay with wanting only from a distance.

Her fingers slid under my shirt, her palms warm against my stomach, and I sucked in a breath against her mouth.

“Tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” I murmured.

“I won’t.”

“I still need you to know you can.”

“I know.” Her hands moved again, pushing my shirt up. “I still won’t.”

I helped her get it off, then reached for hers. She lifted her arms, and I undid her bra with fingers that weren’t as steady as I wanted them to be.

This was nothing like our body checks. There was nothing clinical or detached about this. I’d seen her bare before because safety demanded it, but this was different. This was heat and want and the impossible softness of her skin under my hands.

“You’re beautiful,” I croaked.

She smiled. “You’ve seen me before.”

“Not like this.”

Her lips parted, and I kissed her again before I said too much and lost my nerve.

She pushed my boxers down, and I helped her out of her panties. The air was cold enough to make us both shiver, but when she climbed onto my lap, all I felt was heat.

Her hand wrapped around my throbbing dick, and my head tipped back.

“Fuck, flare,” I moaned.

“I love that sound,” she breathed, angling herself over me.

My hands settled on her hips, holding her there without forcing her down.

“Now, please, take me, Mad. I need you badly.” She moved against me, slick and warm, and my control thinned to almost nothing.

“No condoms,” I gasped out, feeling her heat against my tip.

“Pull out,” she said simply before sinking down on me.

A raw moan escaped me. I hadn’t been with anyone since the apocalypse started, and being with Spencer was fucking everything I never knew I needed. I couldn’t even argue with her about how unsafe the pull-out method was because the thought went out of my mind the moment I felt her around me.

It was because it was her. She was soaked and warm, and I sank deep inside of her as she pushed down on me. Her moan spilled through the loft, echoing back and fueling my need for her.

Once I was fully in, I grabbed her hips and thrust from under her. The slapping sounds were wet and hot. I couldn’t fucking believe how good she felt. Her hands slid up my chest as she used me for balance. Thrusting into her, I felt the sensation of my climax taking over, but I fought it.

“Fuck, Mad,” she cried out, tightening around me and fluttering as she came around my cock.

As her muscles relaxed, I quickly pulled out just as I came onto her stomach and mine.

She let out a breathy giggle and fell back onto me. “That was…”