He gasped, and his fingers dug into her arm. “That’s good, too.”

Emma raised herself up to kiss his chest and the abdomen that quivered under her lips. “You’re going to have to show me how,” she said, feeling shy all of a sudden. “I’ve never done this before.”

“There’s no wrong way.”

She bent to run her tongue around the head. “This is good?”

“Really good.”

She drew him into her mouth, using her tongue to stroke him before withdrawing slowly. “How about that?”

“So good.” He covered the hand she had around the base of his shaft with his and said, “Do it again.”

Emma took him in again while continuing to stroke him. The combination had him raising his hips off the bed, looking to go deeper. She went as far as she could before he bumped against the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex.

“Stop. Emma… Stop.”

Concerned that she’d done something wrong, she released him.

He moved quickly to take her into his arms and press her against the mattress as he devoured her mouth in another wild kiss.

“It didn’t feel good?” she asked when they came up for air.

“Too good. You didn’t want me to come in your mouth the first time you ever do that.”

“I thought you didn’t want to make assumptions.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth opened and then closed.

Emma laughed. “But thanks for the courtesy. Next time, I wouldn’t mind trying that.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath. “Watch what you say. You’ve got me right on the edge over here.”

“We said we weren’t going to do this, and here we are naked in bed together—again.”

“I can’t seem to control myself when you’re in my arms.” His hand roamed her back and down to cup her bottom to pull her in closer to him. The new position had his cock tight against her core, and Emma rubbed against him shamelessly while noting the twitch of a muscle in his jaw.

She pressed gentle kisses to the twitching muscle.

“I’ll let you sleep,” he said.

“Do you want to sleep?”

“I’d much rather be awake and kissing you and touching you, but you’re going to be tired in the morning, and you have an injured girl to care for.”

“Despite my earlier protests, I’m feeling a pressing need to finish what we started.”

When his eyes opened, she saw both surprise and desire. “Is that so?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“I don’t have any more condoms.”

She took hold of his hand and directed him to a bump under her arm. “Feel that?”

His brows knitted as he nodded.

“Long-term birth control to regulate formerly out-of-control monthly events.”

“Are you saying…”

“Back to those assumptions again… I assume you’re healthy.”

“I am. I can prove it.”