Take a Chance on Me(70)

Her inner muscles clenched around his cock like a vice.

“Tell me.” The words were practically a growl.

“What?”

“Tell me how much you want it.” That primitive part of his brain demanded surrender, and he pushed harder than he would under normal circumstances.

“I want it. You. Please.” The words were half moan and filled with need, sending feral satisfaction through his blood. She threw her head back, riding his cock like her life depended on it, and he loved every single second of it. “Mitch, please, I—”

“Are you mine?” The dominance was clear in the guttural tone of his voice.

“Yes,” she said in a panting gasp, her muscles rippling along his erection in confirmation.

He reached up and grabbed her jaw, forcing their gazes to lock together. “You’re damn right you are.”

She came in a mad rush, and he thrust into her one last time, his orgasm pounding through him like a stampede. He emptied into her, coming so hard that his vision blurred and dimmed.

She collapsed against him.

His arms settled around her and he squeezed her tightly, trying to work air into his burning lungs. She nuzzled closely, panting for breath as their heated bodies pressed together.

He trailed his fingers over her bare lower back, loving how she shivered and trembled at his touch.

The car windows were fogged and he realized they were sitting somewhere less than private in broad daylight. He punched down the air conditioner.

She heaved a sigh. “Wow.”

“Wow is an understatement.”

She sat up, and when he met her eyes, she blushed. A smile curved over his lips and he pushed a damp lock of hair behind her ear.

A subtle awkwardness permeated the thick air as the silence grew. What was there to say after sex like that? Sex that transcended time and place. Sex that hid nothing and revealed everything.

He trailed a thumb over her swollen lip. “Want to agree we’ll talk about it later?”

Shoulders relaxing, she laughed. “Maybe that would be best.”

He curled his hand around her throat, stroking the spot where he’d bitten her. It was red. It marked her, made her his.

She trailed a finger over his forearm, inspecting the damage she’d inflicted. “I, um, scratched you.”

He kissed her. “Don’t worry about it. I bit you, so I think we’re even.”

She flushed again and started to tug at her clothes.

He pulled out of the warm, wet haven of her body and froze. “Fuck.”

“What?” she asked, tension clouding her features.

“I didn’t wear a condom.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “Goddamn it, it didn’t even cross my mind. I never forget. Ever. I’m sorry, Maddie.”

“Oh,” she said, climbing off him and reaching to the floor to retrieve her abandoned shorts. “I’m on those birth control shots.”

He wasn’t relieved. He frowned. Why wasn’t he relieved?

He cleared his throat and focused on zipping his jeans. “There’s more than pregnancy to worry about these days.”

She adjusted her bra, staring at the floor instead of looking at him. She shrugged. “I’m not worried.”

He should give her some sort of lecture about safe sex, but damned if he had the energy. He was too f*cking confused at the torrent of unnamed emotions storming through him. “Good, I’m not worried either. But I promise I’m safe.”

“Me too,” she mumbled.

Something he didn’t want to think about gnawed at him. “We could get blood tests to put your mind at ease.”

She fixed her shorts, fumbling with the button while she stared at the dashboard. “If you want.”

Quiet ensued as they worked on putting themselves together. The air was still charged with tension as he put the car into gear and turned out onto the road. Needing to break the awkwardness, he grasped her hand and brought her fingers to his lips. “Let’s not worry about it right now, all right?”

She stared out the window for several long moments before blowing out a breath and looking at him. “Are you worried about it?”

They weren’t talking about sex without protection, and both of them knew it. Something had changed between them, something far too intense for two people who’d only known each other a short time. “Yeah, I am. You?”

“Yes,” she said, but squeezed his hand all the same.

“We’ll figure it out.” Somehow. Although he didn’t know how.

“Have—” Voice croaking, she cleared her throat. “Have you ever, um, done anything like that?”

“No.” He glanced at her. They weren’t talking about the act itself. “Never. That was the most intense f*ck of my life.”

Her expression eased, and she grinned. “You do have a way with words, don’t you?”

The air lightened considerably, putting them once again on sure footing. He grinned back at her. “Princess, I talk like that because you like it.”

She poked his thigh. “You like it. I go along.”

He pulled up to a stop sign, checking in the rearview mirror to make sure there were no cars. He leaned over and nuzzled her neck, sliding his fingers down her shorts, sinking into her *, which was flooded with his come.