Page 49 of Stripped

I shifted on his lap, finding just the right spot and rubbing my core against him, managing to get a friction that felt so good I never wanted to stop. He moaned and pulled my shirt over my head.

He stopped the shirt at my wrists and held my arms over my head, my breasts exposed, because I hadn't bothered to put on a bra when I got out of bed. “So fucking perfect,” he said, devouring me with his eyes. Then he tossed the shirt away and lifted me off his lap. He laid me down gently on the nearest yoga mat and studied me. “You sure you're up for this?”

“I am if you are,” I said with a pointed look at his crotch, a region that was most definitely in the up and ready for anything position.

“I've never been more ready.” He shucked off his shorts and… There were no words to do that cock justice. Seriously, if cock models existed, he should get the job. He was like a sculpture, a perfect marble sculpture with a large, lovely cock.

I had one goal in mind for that cock and I was in a hurry to get there before reason returned and I remembered what a bad idea this was. I shimmied out of my yoga pants, arching my back to do it, but not willing to stand and facilitate the process. Zane didn't help me out, he watched, smirking at first, before his gaze grew more and more heated, his cock bobbing as though in anticipation.

Finally, I got the pants off and Zane was over me, sliding into me, just as eager as I was and no more inclined to think this through. He felt so darn good my eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned with pleasure. “More,” I begged.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he said. “You're still recovering and it—”

I glared at him and flexed my hips, forcing him deeper. “I know what I can handle. Give me more.”

He grinned. “You think you can handle all of it?”

I growled and his grin widened. It widened until I lifted my hips and he slid another inch deeper. “Fuck,” he said.

“Yes,” I said. “Fuck me already.”

He slid in and back out, slowly, torturing me. “Like this?”

“Do that thing you were doing,” I said. “After you stuck your butt in the air and did that plank thing.”

He replicated the movement, sliding deep inside.

“Mmmm, yeah, just like that.”

He made that move a couple more times, before his expression changed and his eyes lost focus. “I'll save that for another time. How do you feel about hard and fast?”

“I love hard and fast.”

He pumped in and out of me, just as hard and fast as I needed. His flat groin rubbed me in just the right way and in just the right place and I was soaring with an earth-shattering orgasm in minutes. He followed quickly behind, roaring with his climax.

He had just dropped over me, panting to catch his breath, when a bell chimed upstairs. “Fuck,” he said. “They're here.”

“Darn fine timing.”

He chuckled. “They can wait a couple minutes.”

He pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. “Thank you, honey,” he said. “That was—”

“Yoo-hoo! Zane? Abby? Are you here?” Iris' voice carried down from upstairs.

“Shit,” Zane said.

I shoved him off and we yanked on our clothes. I had never dressed so fast in my life.

I started up the stairs, but Zane grabbed my waist and yanked me back. “Stop,” I said. “They'll be down here any second.”

“We didn't use anything,” he said, his words brushing the sensitive skin behind my ear, heating me again.

His words sunk in and I froze. I'd never not used anything. I'd never been so caught up in a guy that I just let go and didn't think about what I was doing. I'd had more than one friend who'd gotten pregnant and stuck in Aspens Whiten with a guy she sort of liked. “I'm not on anything,” I said. “It screws up my moods.”

His grip tightened. “Next time, we use a condom.”

“Agreed.” I was glad he didn't dwell on the possibility I might be pregnant. I'd have to find out if there was a pharmacy in town, somewhere I could get a plan B pill. “Now, let's face your parents and pretend we weren't just having sex and might, possibly, become parents soon.”

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