Page 11 of Books and Hookups

“Very.” He licked his thumb, set it on my clit, and rubbed gentle circles over it. “You good?”

I clenched my muscles around him. “Very.”

I set the pace, starting with a slow, comfortable rocking motion. As sensation spiraled through me from the combination of his hand on my clit and his dick lighting me up inside, I rose and fell over him. He held my hips as his legs trembled under me and let me take the lead.

Most guys I slept with seemed to feel that it was their duty to direct things in bed. I liked that Danny wasn’t like that. He’d let me take charge if that’s what I wanted. Even if I wasn’t in the mood to lead, he checked in to ensure I was enjoying myself as much as he was.

Tonight, as I ogled his muscular chest and abs, as I admired those pretty lips, parted in a soft smile, as I sought pleasure to erase the pain of inadequacy I’d felt at that terrible banquet, I enjoyed myself immensely.

Danny’s thumb grew more insistent, and my body responded. Tingles rocketed through me until I hummed like the office printer before it shot out a toasty-warm page. My release hit in a wave of heat that forced a choking cry from me. Danny thrust up under me, then stilled.

Shaking, I lowered myself across his chest and nestled my nose into his neck. God, he smelled good.

“Wow,” I said.

“Uh-huh.”

Wetness dribbled down the inside of my thigh. “Huh. I think I might’ve squirted a little. I thought that only happened in porn.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Lucie.”

“What?” I propped my chin on his chest. “Am I not allowed to sayporn?Or admit that I watch it?”

“No, no.” He swiped a sweaty tendril of my hair off my forehead and tucked it behind my ear. “Your lack of filter. It’s refreshing. A lot of women?—”

“You mean the ones your mother introduces you to at church?” He blinked, so I said, “I’ve heard Leo asking you about your dates with the ‘church girls.’”

He nudged my hips, and I lifted off him. “I’d rather not talk about other women while I’m still inside you. All I’m saying is that a lot of them aren’t as frank as you. I like knowing what you’re thinking.”

I stopped myself from kissing his chest. Hookups didn’t do tender things like that. “Mind if I go first in the bathroom? I’m sticky.”

“Go ahead.”

I cleaned myself up and brushed my teeth, then I put on the robe that hung on the back of my bathroom door. When I emerged, Danny was on the edge of the bed, still naked, elbows on his knees and his hands clasped. His normally olive complexion was white.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I…I don’t know. The condom. It broke.”

Guess I hadn’t squirted after all. “Shit. I didn’t think they were expired.”

“I checked. They’re not. Just a fluke. I got tested at my physical a few months ago. No STIs. And I haven’t been with anyone since—except you.”

Really? A hot guy like him? “Same. All clear at my physical last month. Wait… It wasn’t last month. It was before Christmas…” I ran a calculation in my head.Shit!I was overdue for my quarterly shot. I’d missed it to cover a story in LA. “There’s a chance my birth control isn’t current.”

“Want me to run out for Plan B?”

A wave of exhaustion hit me. After a full day at work, the banquet, and two orgasms, all I wanted to do was sleep, not drag myself to the pharmacy—because no way would I let Danny do it for me—and endure whatever side effects I’d experience. As long as I took it within a couple of days, I’d be fine. I shook my head. “Tonight? It’s almost two. I’ll get it on my lunch break tomorrow.”

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” The shallow crevice was back between his eyebrows.

“No, I’ll take care of it. There’s a pharmacy around the corner from my office. Speaking of which…” I yawned.

“Right.” When he unclasped his hands, they trembled.

I didn’t know if it was the post-orgasm hormones or a wave of sympathy for his broken-condom freak-out that made me say, “Why don’t you stay?”

“You wouldn’t mind?” His brown eyes turned up like a puppy hoping to be allowed on the couch.

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