“Sweetness,” I growl, my voice barely intelligible. “If you keep this up, we won’t make it to the bed.”
“Who says we need the bed?” she sasses me. “Just take me here.”
I wish I could, but I’m not prepared. We need protection. Letting out an annoyed breath, I slide her down my body, setting her back on her feet.
She blinks, her brows furrowing. “What happened?”
“Need a condom.”
Her lips part and she lets out a laugh. “Of course. It must be your magical dick that made me lose all my common sense.”
I stride to the bathroom to grab protection and lube from my travel wash bag. Within seconds, I’m back in front of her, all covered.
Her hungry gaze drops, and she lets out a low, appreciative sound. “No wonder I forgot how to think straight.”
Not saying a word, I reach for her, hands skimming over her hips as I hook my thumbs into her lacy underwear. She lifts her hips without a word, eyes locked on mine as I slide the delicate fabric down her legs, peppering kisses on her skin.
By the time I reach her ankles, she’s trembling. I drop the lace to the floor, rise to my feet, and drink her in before making my next move.
Gripping the back of her thighs, I lift her again. “Still feeling daring?” I ask, my voice a growl as I line myself up with her center.
She arches her back, rubbing her clit against my rock-hard cock. “Always.”
That’s all I need to know. I slowly push into her snug pussy, letting her adjust to my larger size as I go deeper, inch by inch. She’s so fucking tight.
Her head falls back against the window as she moans softly. “Fuck, you reallyare huge. I don’t think you’ll fit.”
“It’ll fit, trust me,” I promise, rubbing her clit. “Take a deep breath for me.”
She does as asked.What a good girl, indeed.The glass behind her fogs with our body heat as I thrust further when she relaxes. Her long nails dig into my shoulders, and I relish the sting. It grounds me when all I want is to get completely lost in her.
“Fuck, sweetness,” I groan. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“Good,” she whimpers. “Because you’ve already ruined me.”
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, my hips and hand between us moving in a steady rhythm. The world beyond this room feels distant and irrelevant as the connection between us builds every second.
Her breath comes in short, broken gasps, each one laced with need that mirrors my own. She threads her fingers into my hair, tugging just hard enough to draw a growl from deep in my chest. My pace quickens, each trust deeper and firmer, pushing her higher.
Close to the finish line, I capture her mouth again. The tension snaps in a rush of heat and pleasure, her cries of release muffled against my lips as I follow her over the edge. For a heartbeat, all I can hear is the pounding of my heart and thesound of her ragged breathing mingling with mine between kisses.
And then I realize something feels off. Too wet. Too sticky. Too wrong. A chill creeps up my spine as I carefully pull out and glance down.
The fucking condom broke.
“Well, fuck,” I swear, heart slamming against my ribs, desperate to break free. “The condom broke.Shit. I’m so sorry.”
My mind spins, gut twisting.This is not happening. Not to me.I’ve seen too many athletes get caught up in situations they never meant to be in after a condom failed. They’re trapped in headlines and custody battles, handing over huge chunks of their paychecks to women they barely know. I can’t be one of them. Iwon’tbe one of them.
“Relax,” she assures me, voice calm and steady. “I have an IUD.”
I blink, trying to process if she’s telling the truth. “Yeah? Fuck, good. I really am sorry.”
She meets my gaze, hers never wavering, as her hand rests on my chest. “I wouldn’t lie about something so important. I’m covered.”
Relief floods over me, loosening the knot in my chest. I force myself to breathe while I search her face for any sign of deception, but all I see is honesty.
“That’s, um, really good to hear,” I manage.
