Page 407 of One More Kiss

I bite my lip and line us up before his hands dig into my waist to keep me from sinking down onto him.

“You clean?” he rasps, the last of his restraint seconds from snapping.

I blink away the lust-induced fog in my brain and try to register his question.

Shit.

I never forget to have men wrap up.

What is wrong with me?

“Oh.” I shake my head and try to focus. “Yeah. Um, I swear I never forget to use a––”

“It’s fine. I almost spaced it, too.” Reaching for his slacks, he pulls out a condom from his wallet, handing it to me. ”Here.”

“Thanks.” After ripping it open, I roll the condom onto his very hard, very ready cock, as I bite my lip. The sudden dose of reality hits me square in the chest. This guy is affecting me. He’s affecting me on a level that I didn’t even think was possible, especially since we’ve only known each other for a solid three hours. It’s just a one-night stand. It’s exactly what I was hoping for when I saw him sitting at the bar. It’s a solid orgasm and a few good laughs. That’s what he was signing up for. That’s what I was signing up for.

But if that’s the case, why does the idea of having a condom separating us feel so…jarring? And why did I forget to use one in the first place?

“Hey.” His warm hand encompasses my wrist as I stare blankly at the grass beneath us. “We don’t have to––”

“I know,” I murmur, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Then, what’s wrong?”

I shake my head, barely understanding my feelings myself, let alone being expected to explain them to someone else.

He sits up and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Seriously, Sam. No pressure. We can call it a night, go grab some ice cream––”

“I’m fine. Really,” I argue. “I’ve just never forgotten something that important before, and that’s…not good.”

“Neither have I.” Cupping my cheek, he presses a slow, needy kiss against me. It’s sweet. And patient. And filled with a tenderness that damn near breaks me.

When I pull away, I keep my eyes closed and soak up the sweet sentiment in a simple kiss before admitting, “But this feels good.”

“Yeah, Sammie,” he sighs, pressing his forehead to mine. “This feels really good.”

His still-ready erection bobs between us, teasing my inner thighs as I sit in his lap. Without any pressure to finish what we’ve started. Without any malice if I don’t. Just acceptance. And trust. And an overall connection that’s deeper than getting off. It’s more, somehow. And it reminds me that we only have tonight, and if I don’t take advantage of every single moment, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

Pressing my mouth to his again, I grab his shaft in my hand, lifting up a few inches onto my knees before using the head to toy with my entrance. That same slow build of tension starts to resurface as Hawthorne cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers as his other arm snakes around my lower back. Holding me. Guiding me. Before I slowly sink down onto him.

A low moan slips out of me, my mouth open wide as he stretches me fully.

Ouch.

Pushing my hair away from my face, he murmurs, “You okay?”

“Uh…” I wiggle my hips carefully, letting myself get accustomed to his size before forcing out all the oxygen from my lungs. “Uh-huh.”

So…Boris is a big guy. Noted.

Once I’m fully seated, I open my eyes and look down at him. “And you? You okay down there, Boris?”

He chuckles dryly. “Just dandy, Princess.”

“Brilliant.”

I roll my hips slightly before pressing my hand to his shoulder to steady me. Then I lift myself up again and push down a little harder.

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