Page 62 of Blood Money

It was too much, and it was everything. I was crumbling. Everything I’d believed for so long was an untruth. My foundation was rocked, not just by the emotions but with what he was doing. Tearing down my walls like only he knew how to do.

He inserted a third finger, and I grabbed the edges of the island as I pressed my head to the counter. He was stretching me and stroking exactly the way I needed him to. A few more circles over my clit and I shattered into a million pieces. Through waves of utter bliss, I dove and spun. There was no up or down, only ecstasy—pulse after pulse of throbbing ecstasy.

As the exquisite feeling began to ebb, I was left languid and satiated like no man since him had been able to do. It was always him.

Only him.

Like I was in a drunken euphoria, I was dimly aware of him gently lifting me from the counter and turning me to tuck me into his strong body.

God, why did everything feel right with the world when he did that?

“You okay?” he murmured as one hand cradled my head and the other ran along my back. Occasionally it dropped down to cup my naked ass.

“So much so,” I answered into his chest. His hard, smooth, warm chest. It only took a slight turn of my head to kiss him on his insanely defined pec. My arms were wrapped around him, and my fingers danced over the muscles of his back that flexed with each of his movements.

For a few moments, he simply held me tightly. “I should probably go,” he said after an indeterminate amount of time.

The second the words infiltrated my hazy brain, shock hit me, and my head reared back into his hand that still rested there.

“Leave?” Hurt drew my brows down, and my lower lip trembled. “Why?”

“Trust me when I tell you I don’t want to. But I….” He closed his eyes as he chewed on his lip.

When I tried to free myself, he held fast. “No. You’re not understanding,” he said.

“I’m understanding just fine.” I locked down my emotions. Tight.

“Jesus, no you aren’t. Kendall, I don’t have any condoms with me.”

He was right. I didn’t understand, and I frowned as I dropped my head.

Finally, he held my face in his massive hands, forcing me to look at him. “If I don’t leave, I won’t be able to hold myself back. I’ll want to be inside you. Over and over.”

Relief relaxed my body into his. “Are you serious? That’s all?”

It was his turn to frown. “What do you mean, ‘that’s all’?”

“I think I have some in my purse.”

At my answer, his gaze narrowed, and his nostrils flared slightly. That muscle in his jaw worked overtime, and his breathing went a bit ragged. “I don’t even want to think about the why of you having them, because I’m not an idiot, and I know you had a life over the last ten years, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

I lifted my brows at him, knowing damn well there was no way he’d been a monk over the years either.

“I don’t… um… I don’t use anyone else’s condoms,” he eventually got out.

My heart fluttered at the thought that he didn’t carry condoms and yet wouldn’t use some chick’s questionable rubbers. Because that meant he either didn’t have random hookups or he had someone steady. I wasn’t sure if I wanted the answer to that.

Suddenly, he lifted me and sat me on the counter. My short skirt did nothing to protect my bare butt from the cold granite, and I squeaked at the contact. He slid his hands from my knees up the outside of my thighs. When he paused, I knew what he’d found. I tried to grab his arm to stop him, but I was too late, and he was too strong.

“What the fuck?” he asked, tracing his fingers over the jagged scar as he stared at it.

I placed my hand over his and calmly held it. He glanced up at me. “Leave it,” I murmured.

He looked like he would argue, but then he wet his lips, and his pale blue gaze darted from one of my eyes to the other, trying to read me. I knew he wanted to push the issue, but I simply needed him first.

He breathed a sigh of resignation, palming each cheek. Determined, he nudged my knees apart so he could step between them, then tugged until his hot, hard length was nestled against my dripping core.

“I’d love nothing more than to shove my bare dick balls deep inside that tight pussy of yours, but I won’t disrespect you like that,” he ground out. His eyes flashed, and they looked like shards of ice.

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