I kiss her neck, her back, her shoulder, as I fuck her slow.

“Devin, please,” she begs.

“Hmm?” I feign ignorance.

“Faster. Harder.”

A smile slides across my face. I lean back and take a tight grip on her slender hips. I pound into her with every punishing thrust.

“Oh God, yes,” she moans.

I take her hard, my sweet little hummingbird begging me for more until she shudders with pleasure underneath me. I slow my pace, debating coming inside her. I want to come inside of her. Desperately. But I shouldn’t. The pill is only effective if she’s using it right. I’m trusting her not to have my kid. My heart surges at the idea of my baby inside her. I want her to have my kids. Not now, but some day. My brain is still trying to make sense of my heart’s declaration when my cock gives up waiting and makes the decision on its own. I come inside Jessie, pleasure racking my body while my heart drowns in a future I’m scared to hope for.

After owning my body on the hood of some complete stranger’s car, Devin insisted I come home with him. He wanted to cook me dinner, claiming it was the boyfriend thing to do. I’m supposed to be at a Freshman mixer, but I didn’t fight very hard when Devin suggested it. Okay, I didn’t fight him at all. A quiet, private dinner with Devin was the perfect way to spend the rest of my birthday. Plus, the mind-blowing, thigh-quivering, soul-shattering sex isn’t bad either.

I go limp and collapse, Devin’s massive body pressing me down into his bed with a delicious pressure. My arms are pinned between us and I couldn’t move if my life depended on it. Good thing I wouldn’t want to move even if my life depended on it. This must be how swaddled babies feel, tucked in warm security and love. Devin’s breath is fast and ragged in my ear. I could almost swear the satisfied three-syllable grunt he lets out is his way of saying I love you. I close my eyes and soak in the feel of his warm body and his citrus scent.

He places a soft kiss on my collarbone, a sweet reminder that while he just fucked me like an animal, he’s a softie underneath all those tattoos and scowls. I hum at the tingle it shoots straight to my heart.

“Am I crushing you?” he asks, lifting himself up onto his elbow.

I snake my arms around his waist. “In the best way.”