Page 92 of Raise Hell

Drake raises his head enough that I can see the intensity in his green eyes. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill and clean.”

“Me, too.” He gently presses his teeth into my inner thigh. “Not the birth control part, obviously. No way guys would put up with all those side effects.”

It feels a little silly to be laughing while I’m naked in a cave, but nothing about this feels quite real. I’m going to wake up in the morning and realize it’s all been a strange dream.

“God, you’re an asshole.” My gaze moves back to his hardened cock. “You going to do something with that, or is it just for show?”

He licks his way up to my belly button, leaving a trail of wet heat where his mouth has been. His kiss is gentle even as his fingers pinch hard on my exposed nipple.

“I should make you beg,” he huffs, sounding out of breath like he just ran a mile. “But I’ve decided to be nice. This time.”

“Screw you, Van Koch.”

“In about half a second, Pratt.”

Drake kisses me hard at the same time that he lines himself up and pushes inside of me. My inside flutters around him for a flashing second while my body decides if it wants to accept the intrusion. Even with the oral and the aftershocks of orgasm, it’s still a tight fit.

“Jesus, you’re tight.”

“Not the whore of Babylon, after all.” My fingers clench on his shoulders as he bottoms out, making my belly clench with sparks of painful pleasure. “Are you disappointed?”

“Not at all,” he groans.

There is only pleasure as he sinks back in. The movement of his hips is leisurely as his kiss turns more savage. His tongue explores my mouth with possessive intent, nipping at my lips until they part in surrender.

Soft and hard. Rough and gentle. With Drake, it is always both.

“Harder,” I breathe on a sharp exhale.

He drops a kiss on my shoulder. “Hold on.”

His arm slips under my back to protect it from the abrasive rocks as he pounds into me. My inner walls throb with the rough friction. Then his thumb finds my clit and rubs it with slow, deliberate circles.

My second orgasm is just as much of a surprise as the first.

Drake pulls out of me just before he comes, spilling on the rocks between my thighs. He glances down and freezes.

“Is that blood?”

I roll away from him and slip back into the water. “I think my period just started. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He stares at me oddly for a brief moment, then shakes his head as the expression clears. “We should probably get out of here.”

There is tension in his body as we swim back to the cliff and climb out, but he doesn’t say anything. I can practically see the wheels turning in his head.

Maybe I should blame it on the wine we drank at dinner. Maybe the magical atmosphere of this hidden grotto was enough to cause a temporary insanity.

None of that changes the fact that I just did something colossally stupid.

So, so stupid.

Drake is a lot of things, but he isn’t the type to miss something that is right in front of his face.

Olivia Pratt couldn’t have been a virgin.

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