Page 77 of Walking Red Flag

I shifted restlessly, my nipples pebbling for an entirely different reason, and said, “Yeah. These counters are freezing.”

He lifted me up again, let me slide down his body—and his erection was really, really hard—and reached for the towel that was on the hook next to the opposite counter.

Snapping it toward him, he spread it flat on the counter behind me with one hand and then lifted me onto the counter again.

This time it was warm, but I wasn’t sure if that was because he’d done it in a way that showed off his tight abs, or because the towel itself was warm.

Probably both.

He moved between my legs, making me completely forget about the chill, and pressed himself fully against me.

I looked up at him then, the height difference between us making my neck stretch, and said, “I’m not on birth control.”

His eyes flared. “No condoms.”

At first, I was thinking he meant he didn’t have any condoms.

But then I realized that he was telling me he wasn’t going to wear them.

“O-okay,” I said.

The gleam in his eyes let me know that he liked my response.

When he bent down and took my mouth again, I forgot my own name, let alone what he’d just said to rock my world.

There was only so much world rocking you could take until your mind literally shut down.

And that was exactly what happened with Cutter.

He made me forget everything.

Where I was.

Who I was.

What had happened to me.

The expectations.

The world.

There was only him and me.

No trauma.

No what ifs.

No should dos.

Just him, me, and the magic we were making together.

His hands were everywhere then, smoothing up the length of my body, gauging my readiness with the way that I shifted and shimmied against him.

When my heels went to his butt to pull him closer, he chuckled and pulled away from our languid kiss, his fingers smoothing up the backside of my shirt.

I shifted my body, going up on one butt cheek, to allow him to lift the shirt from underneath me. Then repeated it with the other side.

As soon as the shirt was free of my body weight, he ran his hands under the lower hem revealing my legs and hips.

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