Page 50 of Seven Night Stopover

He cursed and his fingers stilled.

Her senses screamed. “Please don’t stop.”

“I don’t want to, baby. But we don’t have any condoms in here.”

The thought of him stopping almost tipped her over the edge. “We don’t have to… I mean I don’t—” She stopped and shook her head, her senses fighting the battle for common sense and barely winning. Sucking in a deep, fortifying breath, she swallowed. “Okay. I’ll wait.”

He kissed her neck and slid his fingers out of her.

She sensed his curious gaze as he stepped out of the bath and went into the bedroom. He returned with a handful of condoms and dropped them on the side, ripping one open to slide it over his cock.

Helplessly caught in the fever of need, she watched him approach and step back into the water. But he didn’t resume his previous seat. He moved to the far side of the tub where the view of the trees was at its most advantageous. “Get on your knees.”

Her limbs heavy with lust, she positioned herself at the end of the bath, her knees splayed in neat grooves in the tub.

He got in behind her, his body easily towering over hers even though his knees were two steps below hers. He loosened the knot in her hair and speared his fingers to hold her in a tight grip. Her scalp tingled, and waves of feverish anticipation blanketed her.

He pulled back her head. “What were you going to say?” he demanded in her ear.

She fought against the blazing need that continued to play havoc with her loose tongue.

“I took the mandatory blood test before I joined the trip.”

His grip tightened and his cock nudged her ass. “So did I. Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Leia?” His voice was low and rough.

“It’s not as reckless as it sounds.”

His free hand resumed its torture between her legs. “No, but is the issue of birth control up for debate? A clean bill of health is one thing. Pregnancy is another?—”

“I can’t get pregnant,” she blurted. In that moment, she realized just how vulnerable she was when it came to Noah King. How very effortlessly he wrung her deepest, darkest secrets from her without so much as lifting a finger.

His shocked inhalation made her squeeze her eyes shut. “Damn…”

“Open your eyes, Leia.”

She opened them but kept her gaze on his chest, afraid to look up, heart lurching sickeningly at the pity… or worse, indifference, she expected to find blazing in his eyes. “God, why the hell do I do that around you? I don’t know why but there’s something about you that makes me blurt out the most intimate details?—”

He caught her chin and tilted her head upwards. “Stop. I’m going to fuck you now. But afterward, we’ll talk about this if you want to.”

A trace of apprehension fizzled through her. She’d exposed more than enough to make any man think twice about having anything to do with her. What if her next revelation sent him running? “Or we can forget I said it.”

“We’ve gone past pretending we can keep this to the physical. Do you know you’re the first person besides my shrink I’ve voluntarily spoken to about my ex?” he ground out, his tone a touch dazed.

“I am?”

He nodded as his hand drifted down over her tattoo to grip her waist, hard. “So I’m thinking maybe we just let things roll out naturally. You tell me whatever you’re comfortable with telling me.” He positioned himself behind her and slid the head of his cock along her pussy. “As long as it doesn’t involve any other guy doing anything remotely close to what I’m about to do to you.”

Her shocked laugh turned into a scream at his brutal penetration. He buried himself as far as he could go and grunted his pleasure. Her internal muscles, which had spasmed with his entrance, grappled to accommodate him.

Frenzied need burned through her as he moved within her. She gave a sharp cry as he withdrew, and his hand tightened on her waist. “Were you about to say something, sweetheart?”

Her arms shook from her death grip on the edge of the tub. Squeezing her eyes shut against the sensations bombarding her, she tried to remember what she’d been about to say. “Nothing comes close… I’ve never done anything like this before,” she stuttered, then cried out again when he pushed back in, adding another inch, making her eyes water. “Oh God!”

“You’re shaking, baby. Is this too much?”

“Yes! But I want more.”

“You want me to make you even more sore? Shall I make you burn, baby?” His voice held a compelling promise, a dark relish that pushed her closer to a hypnotic abyss.

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