Page 60 of Lyrical

“You don’t think that was sex to me, Jillian?”

He raised me up, lifting my shirt and bra off along the way until I was just standing in my underwear. He grasped my hips and brought me back against him. My frustration skyrocketed when I could feel him poking into my back. He dragged my hair aside and kissed across my shoulder.

“Chase, please say you have a condom.” He kissed along the other side, and I started shivering again although it was about twenty degrees warmer up there.

He skimmed a hand down my stomach. “You feel so good,” he said, moving over to the top of my thigh then in between.

“You do too. That’s the problem.” He traced his fingers over the lacey border, and I mewled.Thump, thump, thump.“And you didn’t answer my question.”

“No, I don’t. You keep them here.”

“But I can’t find any.” I think it came out more like a whine, but my body was craving that hard fuck and he was making this very difficult for me. I was a massive heartbeat all over again. I had my naked boyfriend behind me with his freakishly strong cock taunting me, and I had to keep my back to him and my pussy locked down. And to top it off, my drives were urging me hard to rip off that final piece of clothing and flip my legs over my head.Gimme, gimme, gimme.

When his fingertips bumped over my clit, I jolted. “God, Chase. We have to stop. I’m going crazy here.” I slipped away from him and dropped belly first onto the bed. “You have no idea how badly I need this right now. No. Idea.”

I was running through all the stores in the area, wondering if any of them were still open. I’d always become more aroused during this time, but it never was that big of an issue. Not until Chase. I was already dangerously attracted to him, but my body also seemed to recognize his virility, and it wanted to eat it up something fierce.

He lay on the bed beside me, trailing his fingers up and down my back, over my fabric-covered ass, cupping it in his palm. “I really hate how you’re touching me right now.” He paused. “It feels too good.”

He chuckled, starting back up again. “I can still make you come, Jillian. A lot.”

I knew it wasn’t that catastrophic. We could have plenty of fun anyway, and we could pick up supplies in the morning—a whole case. And if I just waited another forty-eight hours, we could be barebacking it again. But despite all that, I was being a big ole selfish baby. I wanted what I wanted. Now.

“Or we could not use anything,” he said.

I whipped my head to face him. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about having sex. Without anything between us.”

“Are you insane?” I scooted away so his erection was no longer pressing against my hip. As if I had to worry about it snaking around and slipping in somehow.

“Jillian….”

My heart was pounding hard but for different reasons. “No, Chase. I’ll give you a pass on this one because I know my eggs are super slutty for you. You’re not thinking straight.”

“What?”

“They’re sashaying around in stilettos and garters coaxing your extra-strength sperm to just come a little closer. Teasing. ‘It’s okay, just come on over, you sweet, young thing. A little closer now. I won’t hurt you. Closer, closer.’ Then bam! Gotcha!”

“I have no idea what you’re saying, Jillian.” He tried pulling me back to him, but I moved even farther away. “What the…?”

“I can’t have that near me right now.”

“What the hell? What exactly do you think I’m going to do?”

“Um… maybe suggest that we shouldn’t use protection when you know very well I have a frickin’ egg hanging out in my fallopian tube just hoping something strong and healthy will swim up and fertilize it. Is that specific enough for you?”

“Jillian, calm down. You’re acting a little crazy here.”

“Of course I am. How can you even suggest something like this? When I said that at times I wanted to screw the consequences, this is not what I was referring to.”

He rested his hand on my back. “Is this okay? I can’t be a hundred percent, but I’m pretty confident that no sperm will come out of my hand and find your fallopian tube.”

“Very funny.”

His hand went up to my hair, stroking it, tickling it over my neck. “Jillian, I wasn’t suggesting taking that chance right now. I more just wanted to have a conversation about it.”

“Like I said, first time—free pass. It was the heat of the moment. Next time? No. If there’s conversation involved that means intellect is coming into it, and then it won’t make sense anymore.”

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