I beam from the inside out.
“I know you love me.”
I squirm at the accusation, but I think I might be glowing.
“But that doesn’t mean we have to do anythin’.”
I take his face in my hands, the scruff of his beard tickling my palms as I trace the contours of his face. “I want to.”
“You sure?”
“Very.”
My thumb dips into the divot of his dimples as he smiles, bright and wide andrelieved.
Drawing away, Hunter gets up and starts towards his drawer, but he abruptly stops halfway. He turns back around, and I’m so distracted by the rest of him—God, by hiscock—I don’t noticehis scrunched-up expression until he says, “I don’t have any condoms.”
I prop myself up on my elbows. “Why not?”
He looks at me like I should know the answer to that—he looks mildly offended. “Haven’t been having sex, honey.”
I’m bare-ass naked, he’s bare-ass naked, he just had his tongue inside of me, and yet now, I squirm. “And you didn’t think…”
“I didn’t wanna presume anything, or make you feel like I was pressuring you.”
Right. That’s sweet. Very sweet. If I’d found condoms in his drawers—because I spend a lot of time rifling through his drawers, obviously—I would’ve freaked out. But… “Shit.”
Hunter coughs out a laugh, distracting me with those ridiculous biceps as he rakes his hands through his hair. “It’s okay. We can do other stuff.”
I wonder if look as disappointed as I sound. “Yeah.”
“Or I can go get a vasectomy right now.”
It’s my turn to laugh, a noise that I swallow quickly as a silly, reckless, horny thought starts twirling around in my silly, reckless, horny brain. “Or…”
I don’t elaborate, but I’m pretty sure Hunter gets it. He’d have to be a special kind of dense not to get it—I’m staring at his cock and licking my lips, for God’s sake.
“I got tested after I found out Cheryl cheated,” he grinds out, teeth clenched with… restraint? Anticipation?Desire. “And I haven’t had sex in a year and a half.”
I frown. “But you haven’t been separated for that long.”
Hunter crooks a brow. “You really wanna talk about this right now?”
Right. “I’m good too. And I’m on the pill. Not because I have a lot of sex, I haven’t had sex in, like, five years, but I get really bad periods, and you never know, you know, and I don’t wantkids. Right now,” I add for some reason, and out of everything in my ramble,thatadmission is what makes me flush.
Hunter looks a little flushed too. A little… wild. Downright feral as he rasps, “Just this once, then.”
“You can buy condoms tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, I will buy so many condoms.”
I try to reign it in, I really, really do. But no amount of self-control in the world can keep, “Do they even make condoms big enough for you?” from flying out of my mouth.
His laughter bounces off the walls, smug as anything. “Yeah, honey, they do.”
In the blink of an eye, he’s all over me again, and all the humor in the air fades, suffocated when he starts kissing me again. A possessive hand on my thigh creeps upwards and slips between them, drawing a moan out of me. “You gotta tell me if I hurt you, okay? You gotta promise.”
Only when I do does Hunter sit back, powerful thighs straining. Dragging me down the bed closer to him, one hand lifts me up for a better angle. With the other, he notches his cock at my entrance, and I suck in a breath when I feel him slip inside just a little, and even that’s a stretch.