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“Fuck,” he groans as I sink down onto him again. “Fuck. Condoms. We need one.”
Except he’s not fighting me now. He’s thrusting up into me, his hands up around my back and curled onto my shoulders, slamming me down onto him over and over again until we’re both soaring over the edge of carnal bliss.
Shane’s lips swallow the scream of my shattering release, and he’s kissing like me he can’t get enough.
When we finally come up for air, I grip his hair and pull his head back until he’s looking at me. “Did you like that?”
His eyes widen. “Like it? Baby, I’ve never gone bareback in a woman before. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to buy condoms again, knowing it can feel like that.”
“Good. Now, remember that next time you want to go all alpha-male over me.”
He frowns. “What?”
“Do it again and you’ll never get naked-under-the-coat, no-condom Alyssa again.”
His lips quirk up into a grin and he slaps my ass. “You play dirty,” he says. “I kinda like it.”
“Yeah, well, I learned from the best, didn’t I?”
He stands, taking me in his arms and carrying me down the hall until we’re in his room and he’s throwing me on the bed. “Let’s see what else you’ve learned.”
