Page 84 of What I Should Have Known

I rocked myself back and forth, rubbing myself against her as she hooked her legs around my waist. There was nothing holding me back. Nothing kept me from indulging in everything that I wanted as I tossed her hat to the side and threaded my fingers into her hair. Gripping hard at the base of her neck, I tugged. With more of her neck exposed, I slid my tongue down her skin.

More.

I wanted more. Needed more.

Finding the hem of her tank top, I pulled, and soft pops frayed from the force. The seams to her shirt ripped apart.

Pausing, I glanced down at the now torn fabric and back up to Kat’s eyes. She blinked rapidly a few times and then giggled. “Well, guess you owe me a new shirt.”

Remaining still for another moment, I stared at her and then ripped it completely from her body. I raised a brow, taking note of her matching lingerie, as I slid my hands down each side of her curvy frame. “Am I that predictable?” I asked hungrily at the sight of her opaque, white lacy bra.

Her fingers found mine and slid one hand back up her body. “Maybe I’m just that needy,” she whispered.

And I slammed my lips back against hers.

Her entire body flush with mine. Every curve, every absolutely delectable inch waited at my fingertips. The only thing adding distance were our pants, and that was too much.

Too far. She was too far away from me. Fumbling for her waistline, every awakened bone in my body lapped up the quiet gasps of each breath she took.

I rocked against her again, aching for some release as another moan escaped her mouth. “Please,” she begged. Her fingers tightened into my triceps.

“Beg harder,” I growled, stilling my hips.

With each pant, she bucked toward me, but I pulled myself far enough away she couldn’t quite reach. “Bernie, please. I need this. I need you. Please.”

Fuck.

And I shoved my hips against her again.

A sharp whimper fled from her lungs. I knew what was coming. I’d memorized the little sounds she’d made before each peak of exhilarating release. It had quickly become my most favorite sound and something I craved above all else.

And a screech of an alarm shot through the rush of pleasure.

Kat stopped moving, and her eyes focused back on mine. Blinking the euphoria from her gaze, her brows knitted in confusion.

Breathing hard, I stared back at her, holding still. “What the fuck is that?” I asked.

She fluttered her lashes, her gaze remaining locked on mine, and then her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh no. What time is it?”

As she shoved her palms against my torso, I sat back on my heels. Her hand dug into the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out her cell phone I’d accidentally smacked on the way up to the bedroom.

“Shit!” She slammed a hand over her mouth and shut off the absolutely annoying sound. “Bernie, I completely forgot.”

“Forgot what?” I muttered, attempting to swirl thoughts of anything other than my half-naked girlfriend whose tits were right in front of me, waiting to be loosed from the bra that nearly undid me.

Did I just call her my girlfriend…?

“My birth control. I normally carry it with me when I know I’m going to be out of the house at this time, but I was so wrapped up in everything else, I forgot this time.” Her gaze darted away from the phone and met mine.

“We didn’t actually make it to the dick in vagina part, though? In fact, I thought we weren’t going to at all right now?” I questioned, placing my palms against my thighs.

“But we did last night. And sperm is good for like five days or something inside you,” she replied.

My eyes widened as what she was saying hit me. “Where’s your pills?” I asked, quickly sliding off the bed and snatching up my shirt from the floor. Instead of putting it on, however, I tossed it at her and rushed over to my closet.

“My house on my nightstand.” She tugged my T-shirt over her head as I ripped down the first one I saw from the hanger.

“And is it possible to get pregnant by missing one pill?” I asked, shoving my arms through the sleeves.

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