I rubbed harder with my thumb, slowed my fingers to put pressure in the spot deep inside of her and when she came, I bit down on her nipple so she cried out in ecstasy. Before her orgasm was done, I’d shucked off my briefs, yanked the sheets off her body, and in the pale glow of the now rising sun, had my first, complete unhindered look over every inch of her magnificent body.

My hands went to her shoulders, and I ran them down her body, the length of her, her stomach. I squeezed her hips and skimmed my hands down the tops of her thighs, widening her legs so I could slide in between, and then I shoved them back, opened her for me. She was shaved, completely bare, and her sex was still wet, pussy still throbbing from her orgasm.

I moved closer, leaned over her while I wrapped my hand around my shaft and right as I brushed the tip of my dick over her clit, I stopped.

“Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes closed and the head of my cock so I didn’t come.

“What?” She reached up and slid her hand along the side of my throat, over my shoulder.

“I don’t have any condoms.” Hadn’t needed them. Hadn’t used them in a decade. Goddamn, I was a fucking moron. “I could go ask Alix, but he’d never let me live that down.”

She laughed and leaned up, bracing herself on her elbows. The movement made her breasts jiggle and sway and caused my mouth to water. “I’m on the pill. Take it religiously. Never missed a dose, and I was tested… after I found out…”

Shit. I should have thought about that, at the very least.

“All clean?” I asked. “There hasn’t been a woman for me…”

“In years.” She swallowed heavily and looked over my shoulder. “I know. You mentioned.”

Right, because discussing Ava right now would be a great idea for either of us.

Green, worried eyes came back to mine. “I trust you, but if you want to be careful, because of Lincoln and everything…”

I pressed my mouth to hers to shut her up. Of course I trusted her. And he deserved less time in this bed than Ava did. “I trust you, but I can say the same to you. If you want to wait—”

“No. I want you.” She whispered it against my lips. And it was beautiful.

It’d been a long time since I was wanted. A long time since someone wrapped their legs around the backs of my thighs. And fuck.

“I might totally embarrass myself here,” I warned her, as I reached down, wrapped my hand around my dick and rubbed it through her slickness. I bit back a groan as soon as my head met wet, soft flesh.

“I doubt it, but I’m sure you’d make it up to me.”

I laughed at that and then kissed her again. I slid my tongue into her mouth and lined up at her entrance. At that first, true feel of her, my jaw tightened and I had to stop myself from cursing.