Page 92 of Without Apology

“I’ll plan out all of the things to do during the day. Then one of the nights we’ll go country dancing.”

He shook his head. “I may need proper incentive to listen to country music.”

“Mm. I bet I can think of some proper incentive. Matter of fact, I can give you a little preview now.” I rubbed my center against him, feeling him hard.

His hands gripped my ass, increasing the friction. “I need to be inside of you.”

“I need that, too.” He was close. All I needed to do was line him up. Ah, he slowed me down and then lifted me up slightly so he could position me over him.

“Peyton, I’m not wearing a condom,” he gritted out.

“Is that a we should get out of the tub to get one or a we should have a conversation about not using one sentence?”

“Are you on the Pill?”

“Yes. I get the shot.” I realized we probably shouldn’t be having this conversation while he was already burying himself inch by inch inside of me.

“I’m clean. I’ve never not used them.”

“I’m clean, too.” I gasped when he thrust up while pulling me down onto him.

We both groaned with the fullness. He was so deep inside of me with his stare fixed on mine. The level of intimacy was almost too much as, bare for the first time, we watched one another as I started to ride him. I closed my eyes, so overcome with pleasure, but he had another demand.

“Keep them open. Look at me.”

“God, Simon, I—”

I lost my words as the climax started to roll over me. His lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was savage. Not unlike our first time, we were both frantic and out of control. Past the edge of gentle into a quiet desperation that threatened to consume us both.

My hips were moving faster. Even as I started to come down from my first orgasm, another followed on its heels, building me back up. His teeth bit into my bottom lip while my nails dug into his shoulders.

He buried his hands in my hair, muttering expletives while holding me in place so he could thrust up with his climax, releasing it deep inside of me. We stayed connected, both of us steadying our breathing. My face was tucked into his neck, his hands rubbed down my back.

I leaned back, meeting his gaze. “That was incredible.”

He took my lips in a gentle kiss. “Yes, it was.”

With the water getting cold, I gave him one last kiss and stood up. I stepped out carefully as we’d made quite the mess with spillover water on the floor. “I’m jumping in the shower. Want to join?”

He stood up. “You go ahead and start. I’m going to clean up this mess and then, if you haven’t eaten, order dinner for us both.”

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. While still naked, he was already attempting to sop up the water from the floor. The image was both sexy and strange. “You really can’t stand a mess, can you?”

He dropped the towels and then pulled me to him. “Depends on how it was made.”

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