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He shook his head. “No. This would, um…” He drummed his thumbs on the wheel. “This would be a first for me.”

“But you’d… You’d want to?” I’d never even considered going raw with someone, but now that we were having this conversation… “You’d be willing to?”

He seemed to think about it for a moment, then looked right in my eyes and nodded. “Yeah. I would.”

I gulped. “Guess we don’t need to run to CVS, then.”

His eyebrows flicked up. “Yeah?”

I grinned.

A second later, so did he.

Without another word, we got out of the car and collected our things. We each wanted to grab showers after spending thewhole day on the road, so even though I wanted to haul him down into bed right the hell now, I stepped into my room first. After my shower, I put on a pair of sweats and went to his room, where he hadn’t even bothered to put on that much. As soon as his door was closed behind us…

Oh, hell yeah.

Riley’s fingers cradled the back of my head as he explored my mouth, and I kind of wished my hair wasn’t so damn short. I wanted his fingers threading into it and holding on. Pulling, even.

This would have to do, though, and I couldn’t bitch about his hands on my skin, especially not when his tongue was in my mouth and he was rubbing that hard-on against mine. His hot skin touching mine made me all too aware of the sweats keeping me from the rest of him, so I broke away just long enough to take them off.

Much better. Especially when he pulled me across the room and onto the mattress on top of him, and now we were making out breathlessly while our naked, hard cocks rubbed together. It wasn’t just his erection that drove me wild—I fucking loved feeling him. All of him. His arms around me. His chest brushing mine. His hips between my thighs or—when we shifted positions—his thighs against my hips. Being dressed with someone meant a layer of protection and separation that I usually needed, but with Riley, I didn’t want any separation. I didn’t want to be protected from him.

Is that why I want him to fuck me bareback?

Hell. Maybe? I’d never wanted that with anyone—not even the few men who’d topped me—but Iachedfor it with Riley.

I didn’t know what that meant, and I was too turned on to look it in the eye right now. I just wanted him with nothing between us except heat, sweat, and lube.

I pushed myself up on my arms and gazed down into those smoldering dark eyes. A high-and-tight haircut wasn’t easy to muss up, but it was just slightly disheveled, and it made him look even hotter and needier.

I licked my lips. “Still game to fuck?”

He bit his lower lip and moaned, arching just right to rut against my hip. “So much. As long as… As long as it’s what you want.”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “It is.”

His eyes asked me if I was sure. Hopefully my kiss conveyed that, oh God, yes, I was sure.

Apparently it did, because when he broke away this time, he was so out of breath, he was shaking. “Lube’s on the nightstand.”

So it was.

He sat up, and as he poured some lube on his hand, he said, “I want you so bad I can’t think straight, but we’re not going to rush this part, okay?” He met my gaze. “I want to make sure you’re completely ready for me.”

I nodded, grateful for that because while I wanted his dick and I wanted it now, I was nervous.

Turned out when Riley said he wasn’t going to rush this part, hemeantit. He molded himself to me on our sides, and he gently teased me open. Then he fingered me for so long, slowly and even sensually, I wondered a few times if he’d forgotten we were working up to something else. I wondered if wewerestill working up to it, or if he was just going to make me fall apart like this. Of the very few men who’d fucked me in the past, none had ever taken their time quite like he did. Enough that I could take them comfortably, sure, but never like this was supposed to turn me on and get me right to the edge. I found myself rocking back into him, chasing his fingers and seeking more of that addictive penetration.

And all the while, he kissed along my neck and murmured in my ear, whispering “that good, baby?” and “you think you can handle my dick?”

The answer to both was a resounding yes, but he kept right on teasing me, and I could hear the grin in his voice whenever he made me say I could handle his dick. It was frustrating—I wanted itnow, goddammit!—but it was also hotter than it had any right to be. I was on the verge of losing my damn mind, begging him to both fuck me already andplease, please don’t stop what you’re doing.

After a stretch of time that rivaled my last deployment, he withdrew his fingers and purred, “Let me put on some lube.”

I just moaned because speech wasn’t happening anymore.

He tapped my hip. “Can you get on your hands and knees?”

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