Page 56 of Letting Go

“I’m glad I didn’t ask,” he murmurs again, voice sleep-heavy and amused, as he wraps the condom in a tissue from the table.

“Me too,” I say, lips against his neck.

We make it up the stairs like drunk people or thieves, clumsy, naked, trying not to trip over each other or the dogs trailing behind us like witnesses. I giggle.Actually giggle.That’s how far gone I am.

Caden throws a look over his shoulder. “They’re following us.”

“She’s a puppy,” I say, breathless. “And her mom. They live here.”

“We can’t let them watch!” he’s horrified.

I shoot him a mischievous look. “Then, run!”

That gets me a low, dangerous smile. A challenge. And then we’re inside the guest room, and he kicks the door shut behind him sealing us in.

The second the latch clicks, something shifts. That earlier reverence, gone. Now it’s heat and command and the kind of intensity that makes my knees wobble.

I don't even have time to breathe before he’s got me pressed to the door, hands above my head, mouth at my throat.

“Tell me to go slow,” he rasps.

I shake my head.

“Use words.”

“I don’t want slow.” My voice is shaky. Honest.

And that’s all he needs.

His grip tightens, not painful, butfirm, like he's staking a claim. He kisses me hard, possessive, like he’s been holding back and now the dam’s cracked open. I kiss him back harder.

I’m spun around; my chest pressed to the cold surface of the door. His hands skim my spine, my hips. I feel like I might explode from anticipation alone.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the first time you said my name like you hated me.”

“You were being smug.” He totally was.

“You were picturing this.” Caden says, while reaching for the condom, he threw on the floor when we came in. “This is the last one.”

“You should have brought more.” He unwraps it with his teeth, “Wait! Are you safe?” I really, really shouldn’t do this. But, I really, really want to.

“I’m clean. You are the first woman I’ve been with… in a while.” Adorable.

“I’m on the pill, and I had a very thorough STD panel recently.” Mike and I never went without condoms, too afraid of accidentally getting knocked up and derailing our lives.

He says, “You sure?”

I nod.

And then he’s inside me again, deeper this time, rougher. My hands splay against the wood, legs trembling, cheek pressed to the cool surface as he moves.

“You feel so fucking good.” He murmurs against my ear, stilling. And it’s true, I didn’t think it could better, but goddamn I can feel every inch of him.

I cry out, when he starts moving. My pussy practically spasms around him, wanting more. And he doesn’t disappoint, sinking inside me harder, deeper thrusts.

He wraps my hair around his wrist, turning my face to kiss me. He fucks me like he hates me while his kiss remains tender, sweet.

The sound of slapping skin and our mingled breaths are the only sound around us.

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