“Please, Maks, I want to be with you.”
The last of my resistance crumbles. I’m so hard, my cock is fucking pulsing, every muscle in my body coiled tight, a spring ready to snap. Vaguely, in the back of my mind, I know I should stop this. Letting it go as far as I have was a mistake when I’m supposed to let her walk away in just a few short days. But she’s my wife, and I fucking want her.
Wrapping my arms around her, I savor the way her body curves against mine, and I bring my lips crashing down on hers as something inside me snaps. I don’t know what it is about Lindsey that I can’t seem to resist, but from the moment I met her, I’ve known that she was different. I’m drawn to her like a magnet, sucked in by her wit and charm, and held captive by her presence.
I follow as she slowly pulls me toward the bedroom, undoing her robe with one hand as she grips the back of my neck with the other, keeping our lips sealed in a searing kiss. As the thick terry cloth falls open, she lowers her hands to let the fabric pool at her feet. Then she throws her arms around my neck once more. Her nipples are hard as soon as they meet my chest, and my cock throbs beneath my towel, straining to join her nakedness. Spilling her back onto the mattress, I press my knee between her thighs, guiding them open and spreading them wider with my hips as I settle on top of her.
Lindsey’s breaths are ragged and fast as she tugs at the towel around my waist, and as soon as it falls free, she tosses it aside impatiently. Urgency pounds through my veins, but I force myself to go slowly, to take my time. I want to worship Lindsey’s body if she’ll let me. Stealing a last molten kiss, I pull back so I can run my hand down the curves of her body and follow the bend of her hips. Her fingers brush down my chest, running over the lines of my abs, and when she traces the V along the inner edge of my hip bone, my cock twitches, demanding her touch. She wraps her fist around my base, stroking my length, and I release a sharp hiss as she increases the pressure until I think I’ll lose my mind.
“Fuck, I want to make you moan,” I growl against her lips, rocking into her hand.
Lindsey’s breath catches, her eyes dark with desire, and she guides my throbbing tip between her hot, wet folds. I press forward, sinking inside her to the hilt, and she groans, the lusty sound deep and achingly satisfying. Relief slams through me so hard and intense it makes my ears ring and my pulse pound. Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my back as she urges me on. Slowly, I rock inside her, savoring every glorious second. Lindsey mewls softly, her back arching as she moves with me, writhing against my hips.
Taking her hands, I interlace our fingers as I pin them by her head, and the touch feels shockingly romantic as her grip tightens around my palms. Being buried inside Lindsey, her perfect body naked and wrapped around mine as I look into her eyes is more intimate than I could have imagined, and a deep, overpowering desire to keep her wells up inside me as we share something I’ve never had with anyone else. Our breaths mingle, the heat of her gasping pleasure filling the space between us with crackling desire, and I can feel her arousal building as she tightens around me.
“Oh, god, Maks. I’m coming,” she whimpers, her voice quivering.
Fire licks up my spine as I strain to keep my movements slow and gentle, focusing on her pleasure alone. But fuck, this feels better than all the sex I’ve had combined. The effort of holding back only makes each movement more electric, and every time I fill her, pressing deep inside her warmth, it sends zinging anticipation through my body.
Lindsey gasps softly, the sound almost surprised as her lips part, and when she falls apart around me, black dots explode behind my eyes. She grips me like a vise, her walls rippling along my length as wet excitement drenches my cock. My balls tighten, my instincts taking over as the pleasure wipes my mind blank.
“Fuck, you feel sofuckinggood,” I groan, my hips driving forward as I press deeper into her tight hole.
“Yes!” Lindsey gasps, her nails pressing into the backs of my hands as her neck arches, her eyes rolling up into her head.
She’s trembling beneath me, every line of her body taut with pleasure, and I can sense another more powerful orgasm building on the coattails of her last one. Our skin slides wetly together, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm as I rush toward my release, unable to stop myself or slow down.
“Maks!” Lindsey screams, her climax blasting through us both as she clenches around me.
I slam inside her as I come hard, my cock throbbing with each powerful burst of relief. I groan, dizzy with the intensity of it, and the feel of Lindsey pulsing in perfect time with me is the most euphoric sensation I’ve ever felt. I didn’t realize just how earth shattering it could be to come with someone simultaneously. But as I stare down at Lindsey, lost in her deep blue eyes, I’m struck by the realization that I don’t know how I’m supposed to let her go. After all the talk about not wanting to marry because I don’t want that kind of commitment—of this physical connection between us only being a temporary itch to scratch—I don’t know how I’m supposed to send her to New York. I’m not sure I’ll have the strength to give her up when the time comes. I’m completely in love with her, and it happened without me even realizing I was falling.
Lindsey’s eyes search mine as we breathe heavily together, and as my newly realized feelings overwhelm me, it takes a moment to grasp what I’ve done. In the heat of the moment, I never put on a condom.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pulling out of Lindsey and sitting up as my pulse jumps.
“What?” She follows me up, hurt and confusion flashing across her face.
“I got caught up in the moment—I never put on a condom.”
Lindsey’s eyes drop to my cock, unwrapped and glistening with her arousal. Her cheeks flush a deep shade of rose, and my stomach clenches with a fresh wave of guilt.
“I’m sorry, Lindsey. I fucked up. I’ll go out first thing in the morning and get you a morning-after pill.” From the look on her face, I know that’s not enough to fix my mistake. It might stop her from getting pregnant, but that doesn’t change how reckless I was with her—again. I can’t keep my head on straight around her, and that’s just another reason she shouldn’t belong to me. “I didn’t mean?—”
“It’s fine,” she assures me, waving off my apology, but I can see the anxiety written across her face. “Really. It’s fine. It was an accident. I wasn’t thinking about it either. Let’s not worry about it tonight. There’s nothing we can do about it right now anyway, right?”
“Right.” Still, I feel fucking awful to add another stressful thing to her plate.
Groaning, I flop back onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling. That was the best sex I’ve ever had, followed by a life-changing revelation that I’ve fallen in love with Lindsey—an emotion that’s completely new to me—but I don’t know how I can tell her that when I just keep giving her reasons to hate me. Maybe it’s better not to, because loving her doesn’t change the fact that she’s not safe with me, but fuck, I would do anything to keep her.
My heart jolts as Lindsey’s hand splays across my chest, drawing me out of my thoughts, and she smiles down at me, her soft blond locks cascading over her slender shoulder as she leans over my, bracing against one palm.
“Please don’t beat yourself up about it?” she suggests.
When I nod, she lowers to rest her cheek on my chest, snuggling against my side. It feels dangerously good to hold her, and my heart melts at the open display of affection. I’ve never craved this kind of intimacy before, but now, I could keep her wrapped in my arms until judgment day and not regret a second of it.
Heart aching with unfamiliar emotions, I pull her closer and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Does this mean you forgive me for how I handled things the other day?” I ask, tracing the soft skin along the back of her arm.
Goosebumps rise beneath my fingertips, and my cock starts to swell against my leg as she shivers and squirms closer to me.