“Tell me if it’s too much.” His deep voice was nearly unrecognizable with need. “Too rough.”
“I want it rough,” she assured him, breathless. “I want it hard, Stephen. I need you to fuck me.”
“Jesus.” His hips instantly responded to her demand with a punishing rhythm. “Fuck.”
He lowered his mouth to hover over hers, drinking in her screams as he pumped against her without mercy. His cock filled and stretched her with every stroke, her position leaving her open and helpless to do anything but take whatever he gave her.
Yes.
“Love fucking you,” he growled against her parted lips. “You feel so good, angel. It’s never been this good.”
She had no breath left to talk. All she could do was gasp and squeeze his fingers tightly, holding onto him like a lifeline when his thrusts increased. When she thought he couldn’t go deeper, he did. Deeper…faster…harder… “Oh God!”
Her orgasm caught her by surprise, electricity arcing through her and setting her world on fire. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears. Her lungs were burning, greedy for air. She could feel the powerful contractions inside her clenching around his shaft.
When he made a sound like a roar and froze against her, she knew he felt it too.
“Natasha,” he groaned. “I…Fuck!”
His hips jerked and he was coming— the hot pulse of his release was filling her. Marking her.
Marking her.
Shit.
She was shaking by the time he lifted his head from her neck. His eyes told her he’d come to the same realization, probably at the same time.
He hadn’t used a condom.
He pulled out and stood up, tugging her to her feet with their hands still linked. She tried to move away but he shook his head, walking with her toward the bathroom.
She watched numbly as he turned on the shower and then released her hand to loosen his tie. She glanced over at the mirror—it showed Stephen fully dressed, his thick penis dangling from the open placket of his pants, and her in the tattered remnants of her bra and newly crotchless panties, with semen on her thighs. The image would be a perfect dictionary example for the definition of sordid.
But it hadn’t felt sordid. The way they’d come together had felt inevitable. Necessary.
She’d never made such a dumb mistake.
Naked now, Stephen removed what was left of her underthings and tugged her into the shower beside him. He found her liquid soap and a washcloth and began to lather her body. He smoothed the cloth across shoulders and down her arms, over her breasts, sides, and belly…
Tasha put her hand on his wrist but it didn’t stop him from washing between her legs. Methodically. Tenderly.
“I’m sorry, Natasha,” he said over the sound of rushing water. “If you’re wondering, I’m healthy and this is the first time since I was fifteen that I didn’t use protection.”
She leaned against the tile, her body tingling as he continued to clean away the evidence of their recklessness. “Me too. I mean, I’ve never…and I get checked on a regular basis. Safety first is usually my motto.”
His lips tilted in a soft smile. “It didn’t feel that good. When I was fifteen, I mean. Being inside you was—it was like heaven, Natasha. I’m sorry for being irresponsible, but I won’t lie and say I regret getting to experience that.”
It had been different. Better. There’d been nothing between them…and it couldn’t happen again. “I hope you have a good memory, Senator, because that was a one-time event.”
His smile disappeared. “Of course.”
She looked down pointedly. “I think I’m clean now.”
He’d been massaging her sex with the washcloth as they spoke. Laughing ruefully, he dropped his hand and stepped behind her so she could rinse off.
Tasha pushed her face into the stream of hot water, silently berating herself for letting that happen. How many Rivera cousins were bound to people they’d forgotten to wear a condom with? If you asked her father, Tasha was an accident too. But knowing her mother as well as she did, she wasn’t so sure.
Stephen’s hands dropped to her hips and she felt his erection brush against her back. She turned around, shaking her head in disbelief.
“That’s not possible, Stephen. Did someone slip a blue pill into your water at dinner? Because that,” she pointed at his hardening shaft. “Is not possible.”
He smiled. “You’re forgetting Las Vegas. You were wrong then too.”
Shit. He was a sex machine. “Well stop it.”
“Never.”
She sighed, her body already responding to the possibility of more. “It’s not fair. You’re supposed to rethink your life choices and debate nunneries after a slip-up like this, not contemplate how long it will take to grab a condom so you can go for round two.”
He pulled her closer, his hands cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks. “The nunnery is not for you, angel. But don’t worry. No condom necessary.”