Page 74 of Between Now and Forever
It sends a chill down my spine, and I wiggle against him. His cock digs into my ass, reminding me of what’s to come.
“What?”I ask, the question a beg.
“This isn’t a one-night stand.”
“What does that mean?” I squirm, helping him remove my jeans and panties. “What do you want, then?”
I barely get the denim kicked to the side when he spins me in his arms. The golden hue blazes as he pins his sights on me. I’m breathless.
I don’t know where this is going, or why we’re doing this now. We’re both amped up. We aren’t thinking clearly. But something tells me this isn’t the first time he’s thought this through.
“If we do this,” he says, sober as a judge, “it’s not a one-night stand.”
“Then what is it?”
He takes a step forward. I take one back.
“I don’t know,” he says, swallowing. Beads of sweat dot his forehead. “But I know that if I know what it’s like to be inside you, it’s not something I’m going to be able to forget.”
I have a feeling I’m going to feel the same way.“Meaning?”
He moves toward me again. I take another step back.
“That means if we fuck, there are no more assholes in the bar. Not until we figure things out between us.”
My back hits the drywall and I’m pinned against it. He stares down at me, waiting for my response.
Doesn’t he know he already has me?
I smile at him. “Fuck me, Stetson.”
He scoops me up, balancing my thighs on his forearms and digging his fingers in my ass. My back slams against the wall, rattling a shelf sohard a picture falls to the floor. Our kisses are frenzied, feverish—as if there’s a timer ticking and we have to get in as much as we can while we can.
He carries me around the sofa and lays me on the carpet in front of the fireplace. The fibers bite into my back, irritating the scrapes from the wall. But I don’t care. I need him inside me more than I’ve ever needed anything.
“I need to get a condom,” he says, his nostrils flaring.
“Wait.” I pop up on my elbows and try not to be distracted by his body. “I can’t have kids. And I haven’t had sex in ...” I try to calculate the months. “Look, math is impossible when you’re this turned on.”
He smirks.
“But it’s been a very long time, and I’ve had all the tests,” I say, trying not to whine.
“I had a physical just before you moved in. I’m good to go.”
He doesn’t move, giving me a moment to think it through. I respect the hell out of that. But I also need him inside me.
“Then for the love of God ...” I groan, gritting my teeth as I will myself not to tackle him and ride him until I come.
He stalks my way, dropping to his knees and then hovering over me. He gazes down at me with a rogue look in his eye.
“How do you want this?” he asks.
I lift my legs and lock them around his hips. “Do I get to do this more than once?”
“I sure fucking hope so.”
“Then make me come, Jay. I need it.Now.”
