Page 23 of Hot Stuff
I smash the grin on her lips with my own. If she wants us to stop talking, we’ll stop. And if she wants things to go fast this round, I’ll oblige her. It’s not like it would be a sacrifice to take her hard and fast.
Fuck.
I did the minute I stepped into her suite.
We might not have sealed that deal, but we will now. And tomorrow we’ll worry about the other deal we’re going to seal.
For now, I want to get back between her thighs and sink deep. But when my hard flesh presses into her soft slick sex, I’m struck with a thought no man wants when he’s about to be balls deep in the woman he wants more than his next breath.
“Fuck!” I gasp against her lips. “I don’t have?—”
“What?” Her teeth nip my lip. “What don’t you have?”
“Condom. I used the one from my wallet.” Another thought hits me. “Shit. I have no idea how old that thing was. It could be out of date. I haven’t had a need for over a year.”
“We’re good. I’m covered. And I’m sure we’re both clean.”
My gaze meets hers. “Yes. I had every test under the sun when I was hurt.”
“Then we’re good to go.”
Her words slam into me. “But?—”
“IUD.” She brings her hands up to cup my jaw. “I trust you.”
“Are you sure?” I’m not about to push this if she’s not. “We can wait.”
“The hell we can!”
Using some ninja move too fast for me to see, Oakley has our positions reversed before I take my next breath.
Staring down at me she says, “I trust you.”
“You can. But I don’t want…” I swallow hard. “Oakley,” I breathe out.
“We’re doing this. We’re going to be together and we’re going to do it while we show the world the Rogues are a force to be reckoned with.”
Before I can agree or disagree, she lifts up, one hand holding my dick still, the other on my chest. With her eyes on mine, she lowers her body until the tip of me is barely inside her.
“I trust you, Walker.”
Her words are like a fist around my heart, squeezing tight, holding on as though nothing could ever pull us apart.
And as she takes me in, a slow slide of her slick flesh down my hard length, I know she means more than the fact we’re having sex with nothing between us.
I’ve never been inside a woman bare. Never thought about it. In fact, I’ve turned sex down when a condom wasn’t available. I like that it’s Oakley I’m popping this particular cherry with.
I can’t help the smile that stretches my lips or the chuckle that rumbles in my chest.
“Something funny?”
“Yeah.”
She stops with an inch or two left to take and for a second I panic. Thinking she’s preparing to rise up, I slam my hands on her hips, shove her the rest of the way down. The puff of air that leaves her throat matches the one I suck in at the sensation of being fully inside her.
“Sorry. I was thinking about you taking my cherry.”
Blinking at me, her expression is full of confusion, and I laugh again.
