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He undid the last few buttons, then cupped her breasts. His eyes zeroed in on a rosy nipple, suckling hard as she arched upward off the bed.
“Jaxson…” Her breathy voice had him ramped up and ready.
But he wanted to take this slowly. He wanted to savor every second with her.
“You are so gorgeous. Every inch of you.” Then he slid his hands underneath her and unclasped her bra.
She sat up as he helped her slip off her shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor. Before she could take off his shirt, something he could tell she wanted to do when her hands reached for the bottom, he pushed her down and reclaimed a nipple.
He took his time giving each one attention, biting playfully and kissing afterward to soothe. He knew she liked it as her low moans and constant shifting closer to him didn’t stop, but only increased.
“Okay, I take it back. I’ll fix any button you want, but you need to take that shirt off now.”
He chuckled at her stern voice filled with unbridled passion. Sweet images of Mia sewing his buttons back on his shirt punctured his mind. It was cute and domestic. Something he would’ve never pictured could be real. The shirt wasn’t that important to him, but he also didn’t want her to have to needlessly sew anything.
He sat up and removed his shirt, then tossed off his pants and boxers. Mia took the opportunity to get rid of the rest of her clothes as well. As soon as he met her skin to skin, he knew he’d never survive if he ever lost her. From this moment forward, he’d do anything—anything—to keep her right where she was. In his arms.
His hand slid down her body until he found her sweet spot. So wet and ready for him. She wanted him as much as he ached for her. He wanted to dive deep inside and show her how much he loved her. Make sweet, sweet love that would never have her questioning how he felt.
But shit…he forgot about one thing.
“I don’t have any condoms on me.”
She bit her bottom lip, digging her teeth in hard. “I don’t have any. I’m on the pill, though.”
His fingers slowly kept working their magic, touching her, finding the little spots she loved the most as his thoughts swirled around.
“We’re getting married.”
She nodded, but her eyes looked apprehensive. He’d take her nod over the indecision in her eyes. He knew this wouldn’t be an easy task. She said yes, but it’d take everything in his power to keep it at a yes.
“So…”
It was hard to voice it. He’d never had sex without a condom. He didn’t like to risk it. But with Mia, he’d take the risk. If she got pregnant, he’d rejoice, not run for the hills.
“So we’re good because you’re on the pill.”
She didn’t say anything at first. Then her eyes flashed with desire as his fingers hit a magical spot. A low, throaty moan echoed from her lips.
“We’re good,” she whispered.
He kissed her and then brought her the rest of the way into bliss. She bit his bottom lip as she tensed, moaning loudly. It hurt, yet he didn’t mind. Not when she felt so beautiful in his arms.
He guided his cock to where his fingers had just been and slid inside with ease. Damn. This was what heaven felt like. He started moving in and out, holding her close, afraid if he pulled back, she’d vanish into thin air. It all felt like a dream, surreal.
Mia was in his arms. Finally. After months of awkward looks and stilted conversations. He couldn’t believe it.
She was his now, forever.
He couldn’t believe that either.
She clung to him, moving in sync to his rough, deep thrusts. He tried to be gentle, yet he felt all the chaotic feelings from the past few months wanting to unleash. To purge from his system. Perhaps she was experiencing the same thing, as her fingers dug into his back and her lips found his neck.
She started with light kisses, then latched on. Her soft lips were euphoric. He loved every sweet kiss, every light bite, every low moan that escaped from her luscious mouth.
Their movements became intense and strong. He thrust in and out as if running to win the race. She held on as if running beside him, needing to win first.
She suddenly tensed, her lips sinking into his skin. The movement sent a shooting pain down his back, yet not one he hated. It was a mixture of sweet torture and bliss.
