Page 112 of Too Safe

“You look guilty and you smell like sex.”

It’s not a question. It’s not an accusation, either. It’s just the facts.

“Kylian, I…”

Fuck. Should I apologize? For what, exactly? For having sex with his childhood best friend? For crawling into his bed a few hours later? For not having the gumption to figure out where things stand between us?

Stop it, I silently admonish. I’m not going to slut shame myself. I love sex. We used protection. I don’t have to ask permission to have consensual relations with another adult.

Taking a deep breath, I change course.

“Is that a problem for you?”

He doesn’t respond right away, and the silence impels me to ask another question in hopes of a response.

“I can go back downstairs if you’d like.”

“Based on my research, most females don’t have a refractory period. Is that the case for you?”

I choke in surprise, then prop up on my elbow to get a look at his face.

There’s no doubt he’s serious. His eyes are full of heat. Of wanton, carnal desire.

“Why do you—”

“Answer me, Jo.” He tips my chin up with the touch of two fingers. “Can you orgasm multiple times in one night?”

“I can,” I answer tentatively, my heart in my throat.

“Good. Because I’ve been dreaming about making you come again. Except this time there’ll be far less clothing between us, and I plan to use my mouth instead of a toy.”

Before I can even reply, he pounces. Flipping our positions and cradling my head, Kylian kisses along my chest.

He’sbeen dreaming? I’m living in a dream state right now. Except it isn’t right to let him continue without being explicitly clear.

“Kylian,” I pant, gripping the hair at his nape to pull him off.

But then he sucks on the skin below my ear, and all lucid thoughts leave my brain.

On a groan, I remember what I needed to say.

“Just so we’re clear,” I breathe, “I had sex with someone else a few hours ago.”

“I know,” he says evenly, running his nose along my neck and dipping his head low enough to lick my cleavage. He inhales deeply, then he moans. “Locke, by the smell of it.”

Holy shit. He can smell him on me? And how does he know what Locke smells like?

“You got to experience his pubic piercing, didn’t you, baby?” he whispers in my ear. “I bet your clit’s so swollen and tender now. Engorged and needy and ready for me.”

Sitting back on his knees abruptly, he waves a hand at my torso.

“Take that off,” he demands, clearly referring to the oversized T-shirt and shorts I stole from his friend. With one hand, he pulls his shirt over his head in a fluid motion that’s so sexy it should be illegal. I squirm just from the sight of him as my cunt pulses with need.

I’m naked a moment later.

Kylian situates himself so that my bent legs rest on his bare stomach.

“Spread your legs and let me see you, Jo.”

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