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She stalked up to him. He must’ve sensed danger because he backed away a few steps until he came in contact with the wall. He looked cornered, and more than a bit wary, which only fueled the fire burning inside her.
She narrowed her eyes and drilled his chest with her index finger. “I changed my mind,” she said, knowing she was being completely irrational, but unable to stop herself. He made her crazy with wanting him, dammit. “Something you know all about.”
He grabbed her hand before she did any real damage to that wonderful, wide chest of his. “You’re not being fair.”
She attempted to tug her hand free, but he held on tight. The light in his green eyes held a warning she was too annoyed to heed. “I really don’t give a rat’s ass,” she said grumpily. “I want to know what the hell I did to turn you off.”
Surprise suddenly lit his gaze. “Is that what you think?”
His surprise only increased her annoyance. What the hell else was she supposed to think? “You’re not leaving me much choice here.”
He stood there, his back to the wall, in more ways than one, staring at her. The air crackled around them. Her body responded to being so near to him.
“What was it?” she taunted him. “Too loud for you? Didn’t talk dirty? Cellulite?”
“Cellu . . . no,” he said with a shake of his head. “You’re beautiful.”
“Not into girls?” she asked as if she hadn’t heard the compliment.
Something flared in his eyes, something dark and dangerous, and damn if it wasn’t a total turn-on. Whether challenge or anger, she didn’t have time to decipher because he grabbed hold of her shoulders and spun her around so her back was up against the wall.
“I want you,” he said roughly, surrounding her with his body, with his heat. His hands skimmed down her bare arms to her hands, where his fingers twined with hers. Suddenly, he lifted her arms over her head and before she could catch her breath, he leaned in and kissed her. Hard. Hot. And demanding.
She was lost. God help her, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to pull her into his nd kiss her stupid. Dammit, she wanted him to make love to her.
He used his tongue, his body, his hands, and she kissed him back. He pressed up against her and she felt the hard ridge of his erection. Her thighs tingled and already her panties were damp.
His lips left hers and he trailed a burning path down her throat to her breasts. “I want nothing more than to make love to you.”
“Then fucking do it,” she whispered against his ear in hot demand.
She didn’t know who was naked first, but she’d reached for his belt at the same time he’d grabbed the front of her jeans and unfastened them, then pushed them down over her hips. She toed off her shoes and yanked at his shirt. He tore her filmy top over her head and dropped his briefs. Before she could blink, they were naked and he had her ass in his hands and was lifting her. Using the wall to support herself, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He rubbed her sex with the head of his penis and she knew in that moment there’d be no turning back this time.
He didn’t give her time to breathe as he entered her in one thrust, going deep. She took all of him and marveled at the incredible sense of completion. Her nerve endings came instantly and vibrantly alive, going off as if they were a series of firecrackers, each one burning her, setting her on fire. She hung on as he stroked her body with his, the tension building, climbing until she rode the wave toward another orgasm. Sensation after sensation crashed into her hard. She cried out and slumped against him, her body humming in absolute pleasure.
But he wasn’t ready to stop now that they’d started and he continued to pump his hips, pushing her back to the edge where she followed him over this time. They came together in a rush of heat and passion and exquisite fulfillment.
And they did it all without a condom.
Never. Not once in her life had she ever had sex without the benefit of protection.
Never.
She rested her forehead against his and struggled for breath. Her heart beat too fast and she couldn’t blame all of it on sexual satisfaction. Fear was partially responsible.
“That was—” He paused to take a much needed breath. . . .
“Incredibly stupid,” she finished. “Let me down.”
He kissed her, quick, hard. “Not a chance,” he said with a stupid grin on his too-handsome-for-his-own-good face. He carried her to the bed, their bodies still joined. “I’m not through with you yet.”
“Seriously?” She let out a gasp as he went down on the mattress, cushioning the fall with his body. He rolled and had her on her back before she could manage even a halfhearted protest. As much as she’d love nothing more than to stay in bed with him until they were forced to come up for air, she really needed to think.
She started to run through the dates in her head, trying to figure out if she could possibly be ovulating. She really wasn’t all that regular, so she couldn’t state with any degree of certainty exactly where she might be in her cycle.
Okay, this was bad.
As if the safety aspect weren’t bad enough, if his little swimmers were overly ambitious, they could very well be attempting to wiggle their way into an egg at this very moment. Oh, please. Don’t let me be one of those really fertile women. Please.
