Page 162 of The Woman By the Lake

She sifted her fingers in his hair and whimpered his name.

He moved up to take her mouth again, dove a hand between her legs and encountered her sweet, hot wet.

She went after the buttons on his jeans.

She’d pulled him out and was stroking, tight and hard, at the same time he was finger fucking her, when it hit him.

He broke their kiss.

“Fuck, honey, my wallet is in the house.”

“You clean?” she breathed.

“Totally.”

“You sure?” Her voice was still wispy because he was still finger fucking her, and she was still jacking him.

“I’m active, Nadia, so I take precautions and get tested. So yeah, I’m sure.”

“I am too. Had my annual with my gyno before I left Chicago. And I have an implant.”

Fucking fantastic.

“Ungloved?” he asked.

She slid her hand down his dick, holding him tight at the base, and…fuck. That felt good.

“That’s up to you,” she whispered.

He stared into her blue eyes.

She stared into his.

Then he slid his finger out and jerked his jeans over his ass.

“Legs,” he grunted.

She let his cock go and rounded him with her legs.

He used his hand to guide him, caught, and slipped inside, for the first time feeling her wet as her usual heat and tight closed around him.

Christ.

Gorgeous.

He dropped his forehead to hers and saw the tears in her eyes.

She felt it too. All of it. How important this was. The trust he just gave her after what happened to him. What this meant for them both.

Then he slanted his head, kissed her and fucked her.

After he took care of them both, they didn’t have time to keep at it or do much aftermath making out and feeling each other up. She had to get back to her friend.

She slid out from under him.

He rolled to his ass and stayed seated as he yanked up his jeans and did the buttons, his eyes tracking Nadia while she extricated her panties from her jeans and pulled them up.

She’d been hungry for him.

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