I nod.
“I need your words, Samantha. I need to hear you say it.”
“I want this. I want you inside me.”
His hands drop from my face, and he reaches into his back pocket. I watch as he fumbles with his wallet, a slew of curses flying from his lips. “Damnit.” He tosses his wallet to my bedroom floor. “No condom.”
“How is that possible?”
His blue eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. “You. That’s how it’s possible. The minute I laid eyes on you, you were it for me. It’s been almost two years since I’ve been with anyone.”
“Two years? You’ve only been back for a little over a year,” I say, even though he himself already knows this information.
“I gave up playing the field long before I retired, Sam.” The look in his eyes conveys his truth.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt. “It’s been… longer for me. Going on three years, but I’m clean, and I’m protected.”
“You’re going to have to spell this shit out for me, Sam. I’ve never gone bare, baby. Never, and the thought of feeling you with nothing between us—” He shakes his head as his hand grips his cock. “The thought alone has me ready to explode. I need you to tell me what you want. This can end here and now. We’ll take your stuff back to my place and start our weekend together.”
“I’m saying we’re protected. Are you? I mean, have you been tested?”
“Every year. I’m clean, baby.”
I nod. “I want you. I want you inside me,” I say again.
“Fuck.” The world rumbles from deep in his chest. “Strip. I want nothing more than to peel those sexy-as-fuck panties and bra from your perfect body, but I’m ready to lose control. I need you naked, Samantha. Now.”
Not needing to be told twice, I jump into action, sliding my panties down my legs, kicking them to the side while reaching behind my back and unsnapping my bra, pushing it down my arms and letting it fall to the floor. “Now what are you going to do with me?” I sass. His eyes heat, and he smirks.
He bends and places his hands on the back of my thighs. “Legs around my waist,” he instructs as he lifts me into his arms. “You sure about this?” he asks as his hard cock throbs between us.
“Yes.” No hesitation. I trust him.
“Put me in, beautiful.”
Needing this ache to go away, I reach between us and grip his cock, rising up and guiding him inside me. “Oh, God,” I moan as he fills me.
“Jase,” he corrects. “I need to hear you say my name. I need to know that you know it’s me inside you.”
“Jase,” I moan when he pushes all the way in.
“That’s my girl,” he praises as he turns us and pushes my back against the bedroom wall. “Holy fuck, you’re so tight and wet. I-I need to move, Sam. Baby, I want to take my time with you, but fuck, I need to move.” His forehead rests against mine, and his chest, much like mine, is rapidly falling and rising with each breath. “I can’t—I can’t be gentle, not this time. I promise I’ll make love to you all weekend, but I’m about to come, and I need you there.”
“Take what you need. I need you inside me.”
“Hold on, baby.”
Not needing to be told twice, my arms tighten around his neck, and I hold on for the ride. Over and over, he slams into me, and the pleasure almost proves to be too much. “J-Jase, I-I can’t—” I pant as he continues to slide in and out of me, chasing his own release. Tingles race up my spine, and I begin to squeeze him tight.
“Fuck,” he groans, never slowing his pace.
“Jase!” I scream his name as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced rolls through my veins like a tidal wave.
“Oh, fuck!” he says as his body stills. I can feel him as he releases inside me, and it’s not only intimate, but the realization sends aftershocks through my body. He rests his forehead on my shoulder, and we’re both panting. I feel as though I should speak, but words fail me. I don’t know that I will ever be able to describe what just happened between us. It was hot, sweaty sex, but it was so much more than that. So. Much. More.
“I’ll never be the same,” he says, lifting his head. “You hear me, Samantha? I will never be the same.” He kisses me softly, a complete contrast to the way he was pumping in and out of me just minutes before.
On shaky legs, he carries us to my bed, and it’s not until he has me settled on the mattress that he removes his body from mine. “Let’s get you cleaned up and head home. I need you at my place. I need to hold you.”