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At the same moment, she came hard, crying out, back arching. “Oh, Jake.”
My name on her lips, knowing that she’d made herself come to fantasies of me, had me shaking with the need to be inside her. I pulled her down onto my lap, let her brace herself against me as I positioned myself below her.
“I don’t have a condom,” I growled, warning her and myself that we’d have to be careful. I’d pull out, even if it would require the strength of fucking Hercules. I needed to be inside her.
All reason left me as I slid into her. I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck.” I exhaled. It felt like I was dying. Not just feeling her bare around me, so tight, so wet, so fucking hot. It was so much more than that. There was nothing between us anymore. For a wild moment, it was if my body had merged completely with hers. We were one.
“Olivia, look at me.” I slid my hand around back of her head as her eyes met mine. Our eyes locked as she began to move on me, softly undulating, finding her rhythm, and the confession slipped from my tongue. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. When I’m inside you like this, I know you were made just for me.”
“Jake.” She trembled. “I lo—”
I covered her lips with mine before she could say anything else. Devoured her tongue, then moved down her neck, arching her backward so I could kiss her breasts as she rode me. I held her hips, driving inside her with a kind of desperation I’d never experienced before.
She was mine. She was not mine.
I was no longer in control. I was lost in the heat of our bodies, her soft moans that turned to desperate sobs as her muscles tightened around me and she shattered against me. All I knew in that moment was that I wanted to stay like this forever. I buried myself deep, bursting inside her.
She collapsed against me. I held her until my pulse slowed and my breathing returned to normal. Then all at once reality came reeling back. I was still inside her. Christ, what had I done? “Olivia, I’m sorry. Fuck!”
Her eyes widened as her gaze fell to where our bodies were joined. “Did you just . . . ?”
Still, she made no move to get off me, just brushed her damp hair from her face. “It’s okay. I mean, it should be. I’m supposed to get my period this weekend.”
Numbly, I lifted her off my lap, and saw evidence of what I’d done on her thigh. Fuck!
I snatched her panties off the floor and thrust them at her, standing up woodenly and fastening my fly. If I’d ruined her future, or if this ending up hurting her, I’d never be able to forgive myself. I’d already taken too many risks with her; I couldn’t do it anymore.
“I’ll go to the pharmacy,” I announced as she readjusted her clothes and stared at me like I’d gone mad.
“At this hour?”
“There’s got to be an emergency pharmacy open somewhere.” I raced up the stairs and into the kitchen. It wasnearly dark outside, but I pulled my phone from my pocket to search for an open pharmacy.
“Jake, you don’t need to go out now. It’s fine, really.”
“No.” I shook my head, furious with myself. “We can’t take that risk.”
Fisting my keys, I headed out the door before she could stop me.
Chapter 24
OLIVIA
The door slammed with a finality that echoed right through me.
My head was spinning too much to make any sense of what had just happened. One minute Jake had been inside me, his confession that he knew I was made for him hanging in the air—for God’s sake, I’d nearly blurted out that I loved him—and the next minute he was in a white-faced panic running out the door.
While I understood why he was worried, it was the way he’d reacted that frightened me. The absolute terror on his face made me question why I’d believed that he’d been on the verge of admitting there was something deeper to us than a simple summer fling. Maybe I’d imagined it all. Maybe, despite his confession that he thought I was meant for him, he still only thought of us as temporary.
I mean, a meal can be made for you, but you finish it and move on.
All I knew for sure was that he didn’t want kids. A man who would run out after dark and drive to the next town in search of a morning-after pill was very clear about his aversion to children.
Yet, I could have sworn that instead of pulling out, he’d gripped me hard and held me to him as if he didn’t want to let me go.
But that was impossible. He certainly hadn’t done it on purpose, not if he was out now tracking down birth control like an addict in search of a late-night fix.
