“Hello,” she said, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “I wasn’t expecting that.” Even though they were fully clothed, the motion of him bumping gently into her, over and over, had her thighs going damp.

“If you’re on all fours in front of me, I consider that an invitation,” he said, his grip on her hips tightening. “It’s presenting.”

“I’ll be sure to remember that.” So she could do it frequently. Imogen bit her lip when his hand slid across her thigh and moved down to cup her mound. Then she struggled not to moan when he undid her jeans and started tugging them off.

“They’re not going to come off in this position,” she said.

“You want to bet?”

Not really, because Imogen could already tell he was going to prevail in triumph over the denim. He pretty much had them down her thighs already, and when she leaned forward a little, he was able to get them down to her knees, panties included. Then his finger slipped inside her and she stiffened. The man knew dead-on right where to touch her. It was amazing. It was sexual ESP.

“Shit, I left the condoms in my backpack out there,” Ty said, even as his finger continued to move. “I have to go get them.”

“I’m on the pill.” Imogen rolled her hips back to meet his strokes, her eyes half-closed at the delicious impact of her colliding with his finger. “As far as anything else goes, I trust you. I presume you would trust me to be truthful with you about my health as well.” She panted a little, struggling to find her breath. “I mean, honestly, it’s all rather bizarre. Every relationship passes out of the condom phase as a couple becomes more committed and/or trusts one another on a deeper level. Yet, unless they have actually been tested for disease during the course of the relationship, they are no more ‘safe’ than they were when they were still using condoms. What changes in reality? Nothing, except the skewed perception that now that they know each other, they couldn’t possibly have an STD, whereas previously it was still a possibility. It’s an odd alteration based purely on emotion, isn’t it?”

“Very odd. And I don’t have anything. I’ve been tested.”

“But it’s not like you can carry around a card indicating that you’re—”

He interrupted her. “Hey, Engine?”

His finger had stilled in her, which she found disappointing. She wiggled a little to provoke a response from him but he didn’t give it. “Yes?”

“Are you giving me permission to be inside you without a condom?”

Imogen processed the question and didn’t hesitate in her answer. “Yes, I am.”

He gave a soft, exasperated laugh. “Then quit yapping and let me fuck you.”