Page 97 of Lemon Crush

“Flattery like that will land you on your back in the next five seconds if you’re not careful.”

“Promise?”

That was about all I could take without touching her. My fingers slid from her hair, down to her back and between her thighs, finding her wet and waiting beneath her underwear. I slid one finger inside, then two when she moaned around my erection, sending hot, warning pulses through my body.

“Damn, your mouth feels good,” I rasped when my efforts doubled hers. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

She groaned again, still watching me and sucking in a way that had my hips jerking up in an instinctive thrust. I couldn’t come yet. I needed to be inside her. “August, wait.”

I dragged her body up against mine and took her mouth in a kiss meant to worship. She leaned into it, raking her fingers through my hair, pushing her hard nipples against my chest as I yanked her panties to the side and entered her with one deep thrust.

Yes.

This was where I belonged. I felt it every time we came together, but never this intensely. She was squeezing me so tight, her arousal hot and delicious and... “Fuck.”

I clamped an arm around her hips to stop her from moving and she lifted her head, her eyes dark with need and lips swollen. “What’s wrong?”

“Condom.” I hadn’t replenished my wallet yet, but there was ahalf-empty box of them in her bedroom downstairs. “Don’t move. Give me a second.”

Did she whimper? Why was that sound so damn sexy? Did I really like knowing she was suffering as much as I was?

Maybe a little.

“Do we have to stop? You’re good, right?”

“According to my last doctor visit,” I panted. “But what about protection?”

“I’m still on the pill. Maybe this one time?”

Hell. I gave her mouth one last open-mouthed kiss and then flipped her onto her hands and knees. I got on mine, gripping her hips and entering her again from behind.

“Wade,” she panted, her fingers scrambling on the sheets as if she were desperate for something to hold onto. “That’s so deep.”

It was. It also gave me more control. Not that I had any at the moment. I’d never been inside a woman without protection. Not the first time. Not even when I was married, though that had been because she’d wanted to wait a year or two before having more kids.

How had I gone my whole life without knowing what this felt like? And how could I have forgotten the condoms? Because it was her, responsible Wade had left the motherfucking building without looking back

“Just until you come,” I said roughly. “I need to feel you come around me, August.”

I held one of her hips tight and slid the other between her thighs again as I angled each thrust in the way I knew she craved. I had to focus on her pleasure. I couldn’t think about the fact that I was bare inside her. Nothing between us. Exactly the way I wanted it.

She was crying out my name, the bed frame shuddering with each thrust. I pressed my lips to the curve of her throat and circledher clit with my fingers, slamming my hips against her again and again. I needed her to come. Now.

Please, for the love of God?—

“Wade!”

I swore when she clamped on my shaft in deep, pulsing contractions that threatened to pull me inside out. She was coming hard, and her body wanted me to come with her.

If I’d felt like a caveman before, it was nothing compared to the dark satisfaction I got when I managed to pull out right before my climax hit, flipping her onto her back again to drown in those deep blue eyes and kiss her as I came on her stomach.

Mine.

A few minutes later, collapsed on the recently delivered bed with August curled around me, I felt myself relax for the first time all day. We were good like this. Short and sweet as this time had been without a condom, it was still the best sex I’d ever had. I knew she felt it too.

She’d said we weren’t finished with each other yet. I wanted to tell her we never would be. I wanted her to agree.

“August? Are you still awake?”

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