Page 88 of A Little Jaded

I tilt my head up and kiss him greedily, sucking his tongue into my mouth as I fumble with his joggers. He’s hard and ready in my palm, and it only confirms every single decision I’ve made tonight. To do this. To let my walls down. Tobreak his. To ignore the tiny voice inside my head wondering if he’ll hurt me like Drake did.

The velvet enclosed steel spurs me on when it jerks against my palm. Running my hands up and down his length, I spread my legs even more and drag him against my wet slit.

With a groan, he rips his mouth from mine and growls, “Tell me you’re on birth control.”

“I’m on birth?—”

He shifts his hips forward, thrusting into me, and I gasp. Holy mother of tortilla chips. He’s big. Really big. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing my body to relax and let him in as he presses his lips to my forehead in a long, slow kiss.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Sorry.”

With a quiet laugh, I shake my head back and forth. “Don’t apologize.”

“You feel incredible.”

“I’d say the same, but I kind of feel like I’m being split in two, so?—”

“Fuck.”

He starts to pull out of me, but I lock my legs around him, preventing his escape. “Don’t you dare.”

As he stares down at me, he whispers, “I don’t want to hurt you, Raine.”

Oh, the power of words and the many meanings behind them.

I don’t want to hurt you, Raine.

A familiar burn hits the back of my eyes. And it’s strange. Because even though I should be scared. Even though I should be terrified. I’m not. Not with him.

Shifting beneath Everett, I slowly lift my hips to his as I keep our eyes locked, praying he can see and feel and hear my sincerity. “You won’t.”

It takes a second for him to give in. For him to move inside me without being scared of hurting me.

Not going to lie. I kind of like it. The way he wants to put me first. The way he wants to keep me safe. It only confirms my decision to trust him. To let him in. Everett’s used to pushing people away. Not because he doesn’t care. But because he does. I know he does.

“You’re not gonna break me.” I drag my fingers beneath his T-shirt and tickle his lower back.

“Raine,” he rasps.

I cup his cheek with my opposite hand, encouraging him to look at me. “This isn’t my first rodeo, remember? I trust you.”

Giving in, he thrusts into me with more force, and I take every inch, craving the slight burn and the way his face twists with pleasure.

Seriously. Even if this felt bad—which it definitely doesn’t—it would still be worth it. This. All of this. Keeping himself buried deep inside me, he grabs my waist and rolls onto his back, letting me take the lead. I press my hand to his stomach and churn my hips, rubbing myself against him as I rise onto my knees and slide back down his long, hard length. With one hand on my hip and the other slipping between us to where we’re connected, he draws small circles against my clit, and I quicken my pace.

“Seriously, you’re too good at this,” I pant.

He grins up at me. “Helps when you have a good partner.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course it does.”

The scent of sweat and sex clings to the air as I chase my second orgasm. When he adds a little more pressure, I snap, falling into oblivion. His groan follows right after, his cock jerking inside of me. I love it. The lack of barrier. The feel of his heat. His cum. To others, it would look reckless. But I know Everett well enough to know he doesn’t do anything without thinking things through, and he sure as hell doesn’t act impulsively. Which means he’s thought about this.Thought about me. The same way I’ve thought about him since the moment we met.

Reaching up, he grabs the side of my face and drags me down, kissing me all over again as we both come back to earth. Come back to reality and what we’ve done.

We had sex.

I just had sex with Everett Taylor.

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