“Reese …” He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut as if in some sort of agony. “Let me get a condom.”

“No. I … I just want to feel you.”

“Fuck …” His mouth landed on my neck and shoulder again, his hand grabbing my breast with a little bit of desperation. “You are feeling me, and it’s killing me.”

“No. I want to feel you …” I pushed down a fraction on his erection, forcing his underwear down a little more and positioning him extremely close to the center of my spread legs. “Here. I want to feel you here, but … just … on the outside.”

“Reese …” He rested his forehead on my shoulder and dropped his hand to the edge of the pool table again as we both focused on my hand bringing him so incredibly close to me. Taking the tiniest of steps closer, the head of it touched me there.

“Stop.” My breath hitched.

The warmth and silkiness felt out of this world.

After hearing him gulp a loud swallow, I rubbed it against me. It felt so good. Everything about him felt good … maybe even right, from his lips at my shoulder to his right hand on my knee, gently pushing it out to spread my legs a little wider.

With micro movements, he dipped his hips forward a fraction of an inch, hitting my clit, then back. Forward again. Back again.

It wasn’t sex.

It wasn’t sex.

It wasn’t sex.

That chant played on an endless loop in my head.

“God …” I closed my eyes and said a quick apology prayer for using the Lord’s name in vain, but I somehow ignored the obvious apology for sitting naked on the edge of Fisher’s pool table while we rubbed his cock along my … area.

His movements sped up a bit, becoming ragged like his breathing.

“Fisher!” I gasped, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as he stilled.

He stilled because the head of it went in the wrong direction. It went in … a fraction. Fisher was inside of me, literally a quarter of an inch, at the very most. But still … he was there. And he could have moved. He could have jumped back. But he didn’t.

I could have moved. I could have scooted back that quarter of an inch. I could have pushed him away. But I didn’t.

“I’m so—” He started to apologize. I thought. I wasn’t sure. Things were a little foggy at that point.