“And I loved every second of it,” she assured him.
He lifted his head, looked into her eyes and said, “Yeah, me, too. But like I said, I wasn’t thinking. And now it’s time to pay. Didn’t use a condom.”
Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. Jillian’s fuzzy brain fought to focus on the situation, but it was so far out of her scope, it wasn’t easy. She hadn’t given a single thought to protection and that had never happened to her before. Even the night she’d gotten pregnant with Mac, she’d insisted the Will impostor use a condom. It was Fate’s little joke that she’d gotten pregnant anyway. But tonight—“Oh, God.”
“That pretty much covers it.” He pulled her into his arms, peeling her away from the door and disentangling their bodies.
Jillian didn’t know which devastated her more—the knowledge that she’d been so completely reckless…or the loss of his body inside hers.
On her feet again, she pushed her hand through her hair and thought about where she was in her cycle, frantically figuring out if she was fertile or not. Finally, she said, “I think it’ll be okay. I mean, I should be safe.”
He scrubbed one hand across his face, then looked her directly in the eye. “If you’re not, I expect you to tell me.”
“Absolutely.” She wouldn’t keep something like that from him. “And you should know, I’m healthy.”
“So’m I,” he said quickly. “So one worry off the table.”
Her knees were a little wobbly, so she walked across the room to her bed and sat down. The bedsprings squealed and she laughed. “I can’t believe—” she shook her head and looked up at him.
“Yeah, that’s something I’ve never done before. I wouldn’t take chances, Jillian.”
“I know that,” she said, looking up at him.
“I can only say I lost control.” Then he added wryly, “I’m not sorry.”
“Me, either,” she admitted as a fresh, pulsing need erupted inside her.
“Good.” He reached for his wallet and pulled out two condoms. Showing them to her, he said, “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh, I’m so glad to hear that.”
He peeled out of his clothes while she slipped out of her dress and in seconds they were naked, rolling across the mattress to the accompanying shrieks from the bedsprings.
“Should’ve gotten you a better bed,” he murmured as he lowered his head to her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth and lips, teeth and tongue working that hard, pink bud until she twisted beneath him.
“If it gets too noisy, we can move to the floor,” she insisted, reaching down to close her hand around the hard length of him. She ran her fingertips up and down his shaft, scraping gently with her nails until he lifted his head and groaned.
“You keep touching me like that I’ll go wherever the hell you want me to.”
Jillian grinned. “Don’t plan to stop.”
She slid her foot up and down one of his legs. She loved the strength of him. The hard solid body, the husky whispers, the gentle touch. In fact, everything about Jesse reached something inside her she hadn’t known existed. Jillian didn’t want to think about what that meant. Didn’t want to think at all right now. She wanted to lose herself in what was happening to her body. Revel in what he made her feel.
“You’re thinking,” he ground out, then ordered, “stop it.”
She laughed, and he rolled onto his back, dragging her on top of him. Her hair fell down on either side of his face like a blond curtain, closing the two of them off from the rest of the world.
He looked up at her and said, “You take my breath away.”
Jillian’s heart leaped as she looked into his eyes and saw the fire for her burning brightly. She kissed him slowly, lingering over the taste of him and beneath her, she felt his heartbeat jolt into a gallop. Lifting her head, she met his gaze again and whispered, “You make me feel…”
Reaching down, he stroked her center and made her gasp as fresh sensation rushed through her. “Jesse…”
“Can’t get enough of you,” he admitted. “Not sure I like admitting that.”
She smiled in spite of the words because it was so Jesse. She reached over to the small bedside table, grabbed one of the condoms and tore the foil packet open.
Jesse’s gaze flashed, and she smiled. Going up on her knees, she straddled him, then curled her fingers around the hard length of him. She smoothed the latex on with a slow, deliberate motion designed to torture them both.
“You’re killing me,” he said, hands on her thighs, gripping tightly.