He slid one hand down my arm and took my hand, leading it to his crotch. I cupped the huge bulge.

He broke the kiss, panting. “See what you do to me, baby? I’m so fucking hard around you. Just your voice makes me hard. That sexy rasp. You were all I could think about while you were reading my father’s will. All I could think about.” He pressed a light kiss to my neck. “You smell amazing, like sweet cherry wine.”

I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh. I smelled amazing? He was the one who smelled amazing. Like leather and the outdoors. Like a man. A real man who cut down trees and made stew by the fire. Who rode his Harley, speeding down country roads with me on the back, holding on to him for dear life.

My legs wobbled, but I stayed standing, Rock’s body pinning me against the wall.

“I want you here. Now,” he rasped against my ear, hiking up my skirt.

“Don’t you want to—”

“Yeah. The bed. Later. All fucking night. But right now I’m going to lose it if I don’t get inside you.”

I was bare under my skirt, since he’d ruined my thong during our escapade in my office.

“I can smell you, Lacey.” He inhaled, closing his eyes. “I can smell how wet you are for me.”

No doubt. I was throbbing, and already my juices were clinging to my inner thighs.

The fabric of my skirt cinched around my waist, and Rock unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Then he lifted me in his strong arms and forced me down upon his erection.

“Ah!” I cried out. He filled me so completely. Good slow burn.

“You feel perfect around me,” he groaned. “So good.”

I clamped my arms around his neck as he pumped into me.

Yes, yes, yes.

No! No! No!

“No! Get off me!”

“What? What is it?” He put me down gently, his cock still hard between his legs. I was still throbbing, so close to the edge of orgasm.

“Condom. We forgot the condom. Thank God you didn’t come.”

“Shit,” he said. “I was just so…”

“So was I. I’m clean, by the way. But you…”

“What about me?”

I cleared my throat. “I’m betting you’ve had a lot of women in your bed.”

“I have. But what makes you think I haven’t practiced safe sex with all of them?”

“Well…” I hedged. “You didn’t practice safe sex just now, and for God’s sake, Rock, we just met today.”

He raked his fingers through his already disheveled dark hair. “Yeah. Honestly, Lacey, this isn’t like me. I’m really careful. And I am clean. I get tested regularly.”

“Oh, thank God,” I said.

“Then the only problem is not getting you pregnant.”

“I’m on the pill. No worries.”