“Fuck,” I mutter against her mouth.
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
She opens her eyes. “At all?”
I shake my head, feeling like a horny fifteen-year-old who forgot his wallet at home. “No. Do you?”
“No, I haven’t had sex in years.”
“Damn it,” I moan, pressing my nose into hers. I swear my cock is about to cry too. “Years?”
“Years,” she says, and her voice is rough. Sexy. Her eyes search mine. “I’m on the pill. To keep me regular. Being a gymnast can mess up your body.”
“Oh,” I say as I take in a deep breath. My heart is pounding so hard I can’t see straight. “I’ve never done it without a condom.”
Even with Lana, I always wore a condom. Mostly because she wasn’t on the pill and I was always scared of a little surprise without being ready.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah,” she says, and I swear she sounds just as sad as I do. “Do you want to?”
I pause. Not because I don’t want to, but because if something did happen, if we did have a surprise, could I see myself raising a child with her?
“I absolutely fucking want to, but I don’t want to pressure you into that.”
“You’re not,” she whispers.
I swallow hard. “I’m clean.”
“I know,” she says, so soft and sweet. “I trust you.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
I honestly don’t know what the hell is happening to me, but all sense is gone as I push into her. And thank God I do. She feels incredible, wet and tight around my cock. She moans loudly, her body arching up against mine as I close my eyes, unable even to fathom how good she feels. I move out of her and thrust back in as flashes go off behind my eyes. Each thrust is harder, deeper, and her pussy welcomes me. Wants me, squeezing me and making it difficult to concentrate on making sure she gets hers. I rise up on my knees, pushing both her knees back into the bed as I lose all awareness. Without realizing it, I’m pounding into her, but she’s just as wild as I am. Her screams are loud, but I crave them.
When I come, it’s like being slammed into the boards by a 250-pound defensemen. No breath is left in my body, and lights burst behind my eyes as I explode inside her. My body jerks involuntarily as my cock throbs within her warmth. I let go of her legs and fall onto her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I hold myself up by my elbows, not wanting to crush her. We’re both breathing so hard, and my heart feels as if it’s about to come out of my chest as I cup her face in my hands. I move my thumb along her jaw as her fingers trail up and down my back.
“Sorry.”
She moves her nose along mine. “Sorry for rocking my world?”
I chuckle. “No, I won’t apologize for that. I mean for not waiting for you to come.”
When I open my eyes, hers are heavy-lidded. “I did.”
“Oh. Well, sorry for not noticing. I was a bit lost there.”
“So was I.”
Our noses press together as our mouths meet in a heated embrace. Slowly, I draw the kisses out of her as our bodies tremble together. I kiss the side of her mouth and then her jaw before nuzzling my nose against her neck. She wraps her arms around me, and it feels so perfect. She kisses my ear, running her tongue along my lobe as the air sizzles around us and our heart rates gradually return to normal.
“So what did you think?” she whispers.
I smile against her neck. “I think you ruined me for any other women in the world.”
I feel her smile against my ear. “I meant without the condom.”
I pull my face out from her shoulder, looking down at her flushed one. “My answer doesn’t change.”
Her lips tip at the sides as she shakes her head in amusement. “Kiss me.”
“Done.”
And as our lips meet, I know one thing is for sure.
I’m completely and utterly hooked on this girl.
Chapter Sixteen
Amelia
When I wake up, the sun shining on my face, a smile covers my lips.
I feel deliciously spent.
I stretch out my body, pointing my toes and reaching my arms above my head. I look to my left to find Chandler fast asleep. The blanket hangs low on his hips, leaving his bare chest and stomach on display. Finally, I’m able to examine his tattoos. On his chest is a crescent moon, which I assume is for his last name. On his arm are very intricate feathers from what I think is an angel wing, filled in with big, beautiful roses. They’re all done in a stunning dark blue hue. I’m unable to see his other arm since it’s beneath the pillow. Sadie lies across his chest, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so adorable. We let her in at some point when she woke us up with her sad cries. His mouth is open a bit as he sleeps soundly. I turn to my side, reaching out to run my fingers through his growing beard. He’s just so gorgeous.