I writhed under him, apologizing for wrongs I’d done, promising anything under the sun, and begging him to please not stop, don’t ever stop. He wrapped my legs more firmly around his waist and leaned forward to kiss what little brains I still had, out of my head.
He built that tingling up again, one grind, one thrust, one circle of his hips at a time. The pressure was almost too much to handle, and I wondered how I ever could have enjoyed sex before him. He played my body like an instrument, watching my face and adjusting his motions.
And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his fingers found their home on my clit, circling with quick, firm pressure until I hit oblivion, clawing at his back and biting his shoulder to smother my scream.
Before the sensation had fully disappeared, he was flipping me onto my stomach and raising my hips until I was face down and ass up for him. With two hands gripping me, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue through my entrance before rising and slamming back into me.
“Bite down on the comforter.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I’d barely buried my face into the bed when he moved, rutting behind me like a man unhinged. I curled my fingers into the blanket, holding on for dear life as he destroyed me in the best way possible. I’d begun to fear my body might actually give out when he suddenly pulled out and hot spurts landed across my lower back.
He’d pulled out.
Oh God, I hadn’t even thought about that. Me. Me. It hadn’t even crossed my mind to ask him about protection or—
A hand slid up my spine, brushing the now-frizzed curls off my neck. “I can feel you freaking out from up here, baby. I know we got a little carried away, but I swear to you, I’m clean.”
I exhaled jaggedly, what in the hell had I been thinking?
He lowered my hips to the bed and pressed a quick kiss to the center of my back before disappearing into his bathroom. He returned a minute later with a damp cloth and gently cleaned me up before pulling me into his arms.
Neither of us said a word. I could tell he wanted to, but he must have known I was at my mental limit for the moment because he just tucked us in and curled his naked body around my own. Holding me close.
I was panicking, yes, but not over what he thought. Having unprotected sex without an adult conversation about it first was irresponsible and stupid, but I was on birth control, and he’d pulled out. I also trusted Garrett. I trusted that he never would have touched me if there was even a chance he was unclean.
No, I was panicking because of the level of love I felt for this man. I wanted to give him my heart, bruised and battered as it was, and the thought of giving the last remaining piece away without the guarantee it would be safe was terrifying.
I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to risk it. So, I burrowed closer to him, desperate to enjoy the last dregs of euphoria, basking in the feel of his hands running up and down my skin.
In case it was the only time it happened.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Whoever first decided alarm clocks needed to be decked out with mini foghorns was the devil. The sound was sharp and loud in my ear. I stirred, grumbling and squeezing my eyes shut.
Wait.
My alarm was set to the radio, not ear-splitting beeps. I shot up, eyes punching open to dart about a room that wasn’t mine. I was at Garrett’s. I’d fallen asleep at Garrett’s. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Fingers brushed down the length of my spine, “Calm down, baby, it’s fine. I set the alarm for five, you’re not late.”
Getting to work on time was vitally important, but not at all what was on my mind. I needed to get home before Jamie woke up and noticed I was gone. I needed to shower, and chug an entire pot of coffee, and get my shit together, and oh my fucking God.