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“No sex?” I challenge. “Is this what the romance novels are telling you? That I don’t want to have sex after you gave me the best orgasm of my freaking life? If so, we need to find you a few different authors.”
His chuckle is warm but dry as he argues, “To be fair, the novels say you shouldn’t push the girl unless she wants––”
“Oh, I want,” I interrupt, sliding my arms around his neck and tugging him closer to me. “I want right now.”
The cotton from his shirt rubs against my bare nipples, and I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, daring him to turn me down. To not give in.
His gaze heats, and he slips his hands between us to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down and over his ass. I lift my foot and snag the hem of his pants, shoving them down to his ankles. Then, I spread my thighs around him. Feeling his skin against mine is like a blanket in the dead of winter. Comforting. Warm. I want to curl up in him. And it should be scary. Wanting to feel close to him. Wanting to let down a few of the walls I’ve surrounded myself with. But I can’t help it. Mack is different. He’s always been different. I want all of him.
“Condom,” he warns.
“On the pill,” I volley, daring him to hold back when all I want to do is give in and feel him inside me without any barriers. Without any reservations. Only me and him.
“I’m clean, Kate.”
“Me too. Although, I gotta ask. Is there this much chitchat in romance novels? Or––”
He thrusts into me, and my mouth falls slack with a gasp as my head falls back to the cushion.
Ooookay.
My mouth forms an ‘o’ as I remind myself to breathe while attempting to adjust to the guy’s massive dick.
Welp. It’s official. He’s big. Like, really freaking big. I feel so full stretching around him. Every nerve is on fire, battling between pain and pleasure.
Mack presses a kiss to my neck and lifts his head, his gaze boring into me, “You okay?”
“You justhadto shut me up, didn’t you?”
He grins and kisses my nose. “Guess so.”
I shift slightly beneath him, pulling another groan from his throat as I slowly adjust to his size.
“You have no idea how good you feel, Kate,” he grinds out. “No idea.”
“You can move now.” My fingers flutter beneath his shirt, and I move them upward along his spine, dragging them back to his ass. His muscles flex beneath my fingertips as Mack thrusts his hips into me. And I love it. How gentle he is. Like he doesn’t want to hurt me. I squeeze my core, spurring him on. His chest rumbles with a grunt, and he slowly picks up his pace.
It feels different. Like he isn’t inside me because he wants an orgasm or a warm body to thrust into. He’s inside me because he wants to be close to me. The same way I’m desperate to be close to him.
“Mack,” I breathe out, my skin slick with sweat. I writhe beneath him, craving the closeness. The intimacy. The wet sounds of him pumping in and out of me and the crackling fire are enough to make me feel like I’m literally in a romance novel. The combination leaves me dizzy as he burrows his head against my neck and sucks softly.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, just like that.”
I can feel it. Another orgasm. It’s right there. Toying with me. His thrusts grow faster and faster as he chases our bliss. And I love it. The desperation. The need. Hooking my ankles around his waist, I hold on tight, panting, moaning, and rambling about how good it feels.
“Come for me, Kate,” Mack rasps. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
His dirty words push me over the edge. My core tightens around him as I come. Hard.
With another low groan, he grabs my hips, his muscles turning rigid. Then, he’s pulsing inside me.
I’ve never let a guy come inside me without a condom. I’ve never wanted to. But this? It’s more. As he said at the coffee shop, it’s like we’re connected. Like we’re one.
We stay this way for a few minutes, catching our breath, our heart rates slowing, my mind reeling.
This wasn’t sex. Not to me.
I should be scared, but I’m not.
