Page 86 of After You

“What?”

“This is why being prepared for things is good,” he told her. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” she told him, tightening her legs around him. “I’ve always been on the pill, remember?”

She had, for bad periods. But they’d always used condoms too. “We’ve never—”

“I haven’t been with anyone else,” she interrupted. “And besides being the most careful person I’ve ever met, you’re also a doctor. I trust that you’re clean.”

He dragged in a deep breath and nodded. “Iam.”

“Then no problem,” she said, digging her heels into hisass.

He cupped her chin and made her look directly into his eyes. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”

A little shiver that was clearly desire went through her. She nodded. “I understand if you don’t want to.” But she dug her heels into his butt again and wiggled her hot, wet center againsthim.

Kyle cursed. “I’ve never wanted anything more.” His hands splayed over her ass and he squeezed. “God, I can’t say no.” She hesitated then for just a second. But he kissed her before she could say anything. “It has to be with you,” he said against her mouth after she’d melted into him again. “This is how it should be. Nothing betweenus.”

She moaned into his mouth and tightened her grip on him. And Kyle couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled her forward on the dryer at the same time he flexed his hips, sliding intoher.

He could tell she was holding her breath as she took him. He rested a hand on the back of her neck. “Easy, honey, I’ve got you,” he said, locking his gaze onhers.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

Moving slowly to let her adjust was the most exquisite torture. Her pussy gripped him like a hot, slick glove that was never coming off. He felt her muscles milking him even from the first thrust, and he knew it wasn’t going to lastlong.

“Hannah,” he said hoarsely. “Youokay?”

“So good,” she breathed.

He loved, loved, that she had never been with another man, that all of this was his, and had always been only his. He felt a primal need to beat his chest, to crow to the world that he was the only one to ever know her like this, while also hugging her close and never letting anyone else even have so much as a smile from her. Both extremes were…well, extreme. And crazy. And completely unlike him. Kyle was unruffled, cool, collected, confident. Until it came to this woman. She’d made him feel things he not only was unfamiliar with, but that he half-loved and half-hated. He didn’t like feeling out of control. He didn’t like not being absolutely sure. He wasn’t extreme, he wasn’t crazy.

But this was Hannah.

That’s all the explanation he could really give. Or that he really needed.

He pulled back, sliding out of her tight sheath. He had to grit his teeth against the sensations of being bare inside of her. Holy shit, the friction and heat were so much stronger this way. And with his second stroke, Hannah McIntire ruined him for all other women.

“More,” she breathed against hisneck.

“Yousure?”

She smiled up at him. “You need me to takeover?”

He grinned, surprised. “You think you can do better?”

“I can do faster,” she said, shifting against him, taking him deep all atonce.

“God, Hannah.” And it was as much a prayer of thanksgiving as anything.

She moved back, and then, using her legs around him for leverage, took him in again.

“You’re playing with fire, girl,” he told her, trying to hang on to his sanity.

“Burn me, Kyle,” she said, looking into hiseyes.

He groaned, and grabbed her thigh. He still held her neck too, and he used what tiny bit of rational-not-Neanderthal-caveman he had left to hold her gently there, supporting her head. Because they were getting really close to pounding territory.

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