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“I want you to.” He kissed me, hard and fast, his mouth bruising my lips. “I do. So much.” His hands slid up my thighs and under my lace panties, squeezing my butt, pressing me against his fly.
He suddenly let me go and ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes wild as if he was at war with himself.
He’s worried about protection. Of course, condoms.
I uttered a small cry. The box I’d bought in a hurried shopping trip in Brisbane was locked in the trunk of Sam’s car.
“Please say you have condoms.”
“You really want to do this,” he croaked in disbelief.
I cupped his cheeks and stared into his eyes. “I’ve never been so sure of anything as I am about this right here, right now, with you.”
He nodded, open mouthed. “I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone since I last got tested three months ago. Always use protection.”
“I’m clean. Other than cobwebs from years of no use, ha ha.”
I blushed at my idea of a joke. He stilled, with an eyebrow arched in confusion.
“Wait, what? Years?”
OMG smooth. Real smooth, Stace.
“Like, one or two?” he asked.
I slowly shook my head slowly.
“Much longer than that.”
He swallowed hard.
My face fell. “You don’t want to do this.”
“No.” He cupped my cheeks. Both of us holding each other like this was so intimate, making each other vulnerable. “Not true. At all. It’s just … now I know why you were so tense. And tight.”
He kissed me again, softly. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“No, I really do,” I breathed. “I want this.”
He cursed and let me go, slumping against the back seat with a sharp intake of breath. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck spasming, and then finally, a look passed across his face.
“Yes. Right now. You and me. Yes.”
I grinned, my stomach fluttering.We were actually doing this! Woah, wait, protection!
“Condoms?”
“Fuck. Yes. Somewhere, condoms,” he exclaimed. “My bag. Front.”
He helped me slide off his lap and I gasped at how sensitive I was. He shot me a look, one hand on his suitcase.
“Lose those lace pants now.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured.
He flashed me a grin, unzipping his suitcase, pulling out clothes. I shimmied my panties down my legs, throwing them aside.
“Thank fuck, found them.” He sat back with a foil packet in his hand.
