Page 119 of Fierce-Hyde

He was running his hands across his face. She didn’t even know what he was doing.

“It wasn’t a dream,” he said.

She laughed. “It wasn’t? Then why did you stop?”

“Because I didn’t put a condom on,” he said. “I was half awake and it sounds as if you weren’t awake at all, which makes me feel even worse.”

“Oh stop,” she said. “I’d think we are at a point in our relationship that I’m not going to think you’re taking advantage of me.”

“Well, I thought that once before and you said it was a mistake, so maybe I’ve got PTSD.”

“I won’t get mad at you,” she said. “Though a tiny part wants to. I know you didn’t mean to say that.”

“It’s just the truth,” he said. “Thatdidhappen.”

She flopped back down on her side, then lifted and pulled her shirt off. “Stop talking, Hyde, and go back to what you were doing. And relax, I’m on the pill.”

His heart stopped hammering in his chest over those words.

Well, a lot of the words.

That she wasn’t mad.

And she was on birth control.

“How come I didn’t know that before?” he asked.

“It hasn’t come up and I don’t normally volunteer it. I like having it as a backup plan. I’m going to assume you’re clean...”

“I am,” he said. “Shana was the only person I didn’t wear a condom with since we’d been together so long. I swear.”

“I believe you,” she said. “Let’s finish what you started.”

He wasn’t going to ask twice.

He lay back on his side, got behind her where she’d already shifted her leg forward, then found her slick opening and slid right back in.

She reached for his hand and put it back on her breast, silently telling him what she needed.

“I can’t move much this way,” he said.

“You don’t need to,” she said. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

He didn’t know what she meant, but then her hand moved down to the sound of the covers shifting and he realized she was touching herself.

She’d opened up a lot in the past few months.

She was no longer embarrassed over what she felt and wanted to feel more.

That might have been the best Christmas gift he could have gotten.

He moved his hips forward and back some, just a little bit, enough that told him any more would have him shooting inside of her immediately.

When her moans got louder and she was pressing back into him harder, he realized she was on the edge.

“Shit,” he said. “Don’t squeeze me like that.”

“I can’t help it,” she said. “I mean, I’m not trying, but it’s just happening.”

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