Page 79 of Point of Contact

He dipped his head, catching the tip of one full nipple in his mouth as he let her think that over. He would never pressure her on this, but was more than willing to make it clear there were no barriers on his end.

Courtney whimpered, arching into him. "I don't know who Eli is."

He pulled free of her nipple with a pop. "He's the staff doctor."

Courtney wiggled under him, unable to stay still. "That would make sense." Her hips rocked into his on his next glide. "I had them check me for everything right before I had my IUD put in a year ago, and you're the only person I've slept with since then, so..."

She stopped short of the permission he needed.

"So, what, Princess?" He nipped her lips again. "If you don't want to get messy, I can wait. I’m a big boy.”

She sucked in a breath as he slid against her clit again. "Let's do it."

So close. Almost what he needed. "Let's do what?"

Courtney hooked one leg behind his knee, shifting her hips as he started to slide forward so the head of his cock notching into place. Her eyes held his, gaze unwavering. "Fill me up."

Hearing her say those words snapped the control he loved so much, sending him surging into her, a feral growl ripping free as her soaked pussy clenched tight around him.

He expected it to feel different, but this was—

This was—

Going to be a fucking problem.

He held himself still, buried to the hilt as his forehead dropped to hers and he closed his eyes, pulling in air.

Courtney squirmed under him, making desperate little sounds that pulled his balls even tighter.

He released one hand and gripped her hip, pinning her in place. "I'm gonna need you to be very still for a second."

She scoffed, hooking her other leg at his waist, to lock him in. "You better get your shit together, big boy, or we are never doing it this way again." She fought against his hold, each move making her clench around him, pushing him closer to an edge he was doing his best to avoid.

"If you don't stop moving, this is going to be over before it starts." Stamina had never been an issue for him. But, then again, he'd never been balls deep and skin to skin with a woman who drove him absolutely fucking crazy before. And apparently that was a deadly combination.

"Fine." Courtney's free hand slid between her legs, brushing the spot where their bodies joined as she started to work her clit. "If you won't get me off, then I will."

Gritting his teeth, he reminded himself this was the exact reason he loved her, but damned if it was putting him through hell right now. He sucked in a breath, digging deep for every bit of self-control he still possessed as he grabbed her hand and pulled it from between their bodies to pin it against the bed. "Fine. If that's what you want, then you better fucking hold on."

This wasn't going to be the sweet, slow interaction he'd expected. But when had anything between them been slow or sweet? They'd always been combustive. Gasoline and a spark.

And right now he couldn't fight that.

Courtney's fingers tightened around his, holding on exactly like he told her to as he pulled back, bringing himself almost free before driving back into her warm, wet, willing body.

He was lost, unable to rein himself in the way he always could. And for the first time in his life, he just let it happen. She made him wild. Broke him free of all the rules and expectations he did his best to fit into.

Releasing the hand above her head, he slid his palm to the back of her neck and held tight, keeping her in place as his hips pistoned into her, their bodies making a wet slapping sound every time they came together.

"Fucking fuck." Courtney tucked her chin, looking down between their bodies, watching stroke after relentless stroke. "Reed, I need—" She stopped short of telling him what she needed. No one had ever given a shit what she needed.

But he did. Luckily he knew her as well as he claimed and didn't have to hear her request. Eventually he would make her give it to him—just so she knew she could ask for whatever she wanted—but not tonight. Tonight, hearing her demand pleasure would be more than he could handle.

So he shifted, dropping down to brace on his forearm, resting his stomach against hers, changing to long drags that ground his pelvis against her clit.

She clenched around him again, the sensation significantly more noticeable without a condom between them. Her legs jerked where they clamped around his waist, twitching as her nails dug into his shoulders. She was so wet, the sound they were making was obscene and ramped up the speed of the climax barreling at him.

"Come on, Princess." He ground the words out against her ear as he fought to keep going. "Give me what I want."

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