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My hand pressed against his chest, right over his heart, and I felt it pounding against my palm. “You really haven’t been with anyone since we met?”

“No.” He didn’t even hesitate.

I kissed him because I didn’t have words big enough for what I was feeling. He kissed me back, his hands everywhere—my back, my thighs, my hair—but when he reached toward his pants on the floor, he stopped.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, frustration clear in his voice. “I haven’t exactly needed one, and there was no way I could’ve predicted this would happen on this trip.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Really? Our sexual tension trapped together for two weeks and you didn’t think there was even the slimmest chance we’d crack?”

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it—two people who wanted each other this badly, and neither of us were prepared.

“Well, do you have one?” he challenged. See, this was the problem with hooking up with a guy who knew you so well because he’d heard me give the speech to several of my sorority sisters since I moved into the hockey house—the importance of never relying on a guy to supply the rubber.

And now here I was eating my own words.

Lovely.

He pressed his forehead against mine again, his breathing ragged. I could feel how hard he was against me, and the thought of stopping made me want to scream.

“I’m on birth control,” I said. “And I’m clear. I got tested after my last…” I didn’t need to finish that sentence. “I’m good on that front.”

“So am I.” His thumb traced my jawline. “I was clear at my last physical.”

I searched his eyes. “So are we agreeing to carry on, sans a rubber?”

His smile lit up his face. “God, you’re romantic, you know that.”

A giggle escaped as I slapped his chest. “Shut up. This is serious business.”

“Oh, I know,” he said, leaning in to kiss me. And that kiss was like striking a match. Instantly, we both groaned as the kiss deepened, and I rocked my wet core against his hard, throbbing cock.

“God, I want you inside me.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Maybe a year ago I would’ve called that reckless. But as the woman who’d spent five years punishing herself for wanting things and was now finally allowing herself to have the one person she’d wanted for so long, I wasn’t going to second-guess it. I trusted Harry. But more than that, I loved him.

I rocked against him once more, until his cock was shining with my juices, and then I gripped his heft and positioned him at my core, sliding down slowly until he was sheathed inside me.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, because the sensation of him with nothing between us was overwhelming. I felt every inch of him, the heat of his skin against mine in the most intimate way possible, and my body clenched around him involuntarily. But it was the way he was looking at me while he was inside me that nearly broke me apart. Those gray eyes held mine with so much love, certainty, and awe that I had to fight the urge to look away.

But I was done running from what he made me feel. Instead, I just wanted to feel it all. The pleasure, the joy, the love. All of it.

My nails dug into his shoulders as I found a rhythm, rolling my hips as I moved up and down. God, his cock was so fucking good.

He shuddered and groaned underneath me, his hips thrusting up to meet mine as his eyes grew hooded. “Better than I ever imagined,” he breathed.

I don’t know how he did it, but he made me feel like a goddess.

I looked down between us to watch him disappear inside me as I took him all the way in, the sight so fucking hot.

“Look at me.” His voice was a low command, and my gaze locked on to his. “Stay with me.”

I clutched at his neck, holding him the way he’d held me earlier. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got me now, Harry.”

His arms tightened around me. “You’re fucking right about that.”