Page 189 of Fighting the Forbidden

I slip my fingers from her and wrap my hands around her waist, pressing another kiss over her clit before moving to her belly. She ripples with laughter when I flick my tongue into her belly button and kiss my way up her ribs.

“You’re so quiet,” I tease. “I wanted to hear you scream.”

Her lips curve into soft, satisfied affection. “I couldn’t think. I blacked out or I don’t know—it was so amazing.”

“Mmm, I like that.” I brush my lips against hers. She opens and teases her tongue against my mouth.

“Is that me?” she asks, so innocently.

“That’s your sweetness.”

“Oh,” she whispers. Her fingers brush my cheek. “I want…”

“More?”

“Everything. I want you.” She arches and rolls underneath me, like she’s as desperate to have me inside her as I am.

I groan when my cock brushes against her damp curls. “Give me a second.” I raise myself and reach for my nightstand.

“Wait.” She curls her fingers around my forearm.

I snag the knob of the top drawer, yank it open, and dig around inside. “What?” My fingers graze the plastic-sealed box I’m after.

“We don’t need… You don’t have to.”

I stop my search and glance at her.

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “I went to the doctor and asked, well, I started taking the pill. I’ve been on it for a while now.”

Jesus Christ. I might not last long enough to squeeze inside her.

I drop the box and slap the drawer closed.

“Are you sure?” I cup her cheeks, framing her face with my hands so she meets my eyes. “I get tested for the fights regularly. Always been negative for everything.”

“If you want to that’s fine.” She angles her head back to glance at my nightstand. “You can… I didn’t mean… You don’t have to.”

“I want to make love to you with nothing between us.”

“Okay.” She hooks her arm around my neck. “I’d like that.”

I lean down and fuse my mouth with hers, groaning as she slicks her tongue against mine.

Underneath me, she spreads her legs wider, then lifts and wraps them around my waist, inviting me inside. Making me lose my mind.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say between kisses.

“You’ll be gentle.”

Our mouths meet again, and I kiss her long and deep. Wrapping my arms around her, I roll us so she’s on top.

Deep affection burns in her eyes as she smiles down at me. “What are you doing?”

“I want you on top for your first time. You set the pace.” I flash a cocky grin. “Decide how much of me you can handle.”

Her eyes widen as if she had never thought of that but likes the idea. “Show me how.”

Fuck, yes, I will. “Sit up.”

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