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“I’m p-planning to. Unzip me.”
“Why don’t you do it?”
“My hands are busy.” He used one to pull down her bra far enough to get her nipple in his mouth. The other was inside her panties, reaching between her legs from behind.
He found her ready for him, even though her mind was elsewhere. When he sank two fingers inside her, rough in his haste, she gave a little cry and arched into his hand, asking for more.
“You’re wet.”
“It’s entirely possible that I’ve been wet for a week.”
“There’s a c-condom in my pocket,” he said. “How about you be a good g-girl for a change and get it out?”
Shifting sideways, he maneuvered her off his lap and onto her back on the bench. It was too short for her legs, but she’d have her ankles behind his back soon enough. He crawled up over her, lowering himself to his elbows. The two of them just barely fit. He couldn’t take the time to get her over to the bed. It was this bench or the floor.
“How about I don’t?” She lowered his zipper at last and took him in her hand, an agonizing pleasure. “I’m on the birth control shot. I can’t get pregnant.”
He’d been about to kiss her again, but he stopped a millimeter from her lips. “You’re not … You’re serious?”
“I want you without a condom.” She brushed her free hand through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’ve only been with Levi, and I got tested after he left, just in case he … Well. So as long as you’re—”
“I’m clean.” All the blood in his body had relocated to his cock. “I promise.”
She kissed him softly. “I trust you.” Her hands journeyed up the length of his back, smoothing over his concerns. “I want you.” She smiled. “If you’re going to distract me, do it properly, huh?”
He had her garters unclipped and panties off in record time, and then he was kneeling over her again, sliding inside her, skin to skin. He groaned.
She whimpered.
He withdrew a few inches and sank deeper.
“Haven’t done this without—oh, fuck—without a c-condom.”
“Ever?” she asked incredulously.
“In a long time.”
“It’s … nice,” she squeaked.
In to the hilt, he had to stop and count to ten before he could even consider moving or speaking. It was too much. She was too much, and he was practically cross-eyed with the need to grip her shoulders tightly and slam into her until he found oblivion. He’d never had to work this hard to go slow before. Nothing in his life had prepared him for Katie.
“Nice?” he said fiercely. “Nice is a lemonade stand.” He withdrew and thrust deep. “Nice is a picnic on the lawn. This is not—nice. You are not a nice woman. You are fucking—sstupefying.”
Katie rolled her head back, letting it hang off the edge of the bench. Every time he thrust, he pushed her a little farther off. She didn’t seem to mind. She dangled her arms above her head and smiled.
“Fuck me stupid, Sean,” she said. “I dare you.”
He did his best, thrusting hard, pushing against the limits of his tolerance and pushing back every dark admission that wanted to spill out of him. Giving her the only thing he had to offer. He couldn’t make it last, but it was dirty and good, and it was worth every second of the effort it cost him.
Katie started to tighten. She wrapped her arms around him and tucked her head up against his chest, sheltering from a storm that made her gasp and cry out. He held her there as he reached his own climax, one hand flat against her upper back, carrying his weight on his elbow as he spilled himself inside her.
When it was over, he rolled, tumbling to the floor with Katie cradled against his chest. She let out a breathy little laugh and went limp, petting his chest with the tips of her fingers.
Somewhere in that moment, or in the uncountable minutes afterward while they lay together on the floor, panting and soaked in pleasure, he figured it out.
He loved her.
He was so fucked.
