Page 182 of The Last Good Man

“And you think it’s funny?” he comments.

I slap my brow, wanting to vanish.

This is so not sexy.

I have no idea what to do when a hand reaches under the bed, clasps my ankle, and drags me out.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t,” I laugh, covering my eyes.

“No need to be sorry, darling. Say goodbye to your pajamas.”

He lifts me up, tosses me on the large bed, grabs my top, and pulls it open, all the ripped buttons landing on the floor.

Next, he grabs my pants, and they tear open easily under the force bestowed on them.

He nudges me to my stomach before spreading my legs.

“I bet this is not how you imagined this,” he murmurs, shedding his pants and dropping them on the floor.

“Not in the slightest,” I say, propping my chin on my folded arms.

“I’d grab hold of that chiseled headboard if I were you,” he says, and the mattress dips as he slides his knees on either side of me. “Man, you’re fucking beautiful,” he says, the fierce, raw honesty in his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

He runs his fingers down my back, creating havoc, and moves my hair to the side.

His lips slide from the nape of my neck to my lower back, tension growing in my abdomen.

When he sets his hand flat down my back and strokes me, I squeeze my thighs together, relishing the soft throbbing.

His hand follows the swell of my butt before he opens my legs.

“Are you on something?” he asks, and I tense up, my awareness sharpening.

“You mean contraception?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Yes. Why?”

My voice suddenly becomes suspicious. I even flick my eyestohim.

“No reason,” he says,laughing quietlywhile filling me up.

I’ve never experienced a man inside me and a storm of dark thoughts in my head.

The sex I used to have in the past was pretty basic.

We talked about the practical stuff, positions mostly, and then got going.As long there was lubrication, and the man stayed hard long enough, we were good.

Feelings add another layer to sex. Emotions, fears, magic. Even bad feelings, or a mix of them, like now.

He moves inside me, and my pleasure soars, yet the thoughts in my head won’t quiet down.

“Why did you ask?”

He doesn’t say a word, pounding me.

“I won’t get pregnant if that’s what you had in mind,” I continue.

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