The butterflies went berserk in my tummy. Where the fuck did they come from? How did adrenaline do it? Like a flurry—no, a stampede—of nerve endings, all excited and with no purpose whatsoever other than to make my knees go weak and my brain mushy. Flight or fight. Or, in my case, fuck.
“I have to pee.” I ducked out of the impending onslaught of his masculinity with the easiest option. Before he could comment, I dashed out of the door and down the hallway to the bathroom. I leaned on the door, bolting it.
Sitting on the toilet, I curled my toes up and jiggled my legs up and down. I twirled the paper roll around, and before I knew it, I’d unraveled a dozen sheets. My attempt to wind them back on left the roll a mess.
I stared at the bedroom cabinet hanging on the wall above the sink. A slow realization dawned on me. Quickly, I yanked up my trousers and flushed the toilet. I searched the cabinet. Toothpaste, razor heads, floss and other toiletries in abundance, but not a single condom. I must have thrown out the lot when Micah left. Talia wouldn’t have any. She took the pill. An avid fan of contraception regardless of whether she was actively dating, she had warned me to stay on the pill.
She’d wagged a finger. “Who knows what is around corner. Be positive. Tak?”
I’d ignored her advice. Filled with heartbroken despondency, the last thing I wanted after Micah had been sex.
I slammed the cabinet shut. My period was due next week. What were the chances? I had to tell him—a joint risk assessment. Perhaps he would just go home, disappointed. Better safe than sorry.
I unlocked the toilet and went back to my bedroom. The main light was off and he’d switched on the bedside one, a dimmer, low-wattage bulb. My shadow danced across the wall opposite the bed. Inhaling deeply, I opened my mouth to tell him the news.
My frozen jaw locked in place. I must have looked vacuous with my mouth gaping and eyes popping open. I stumbled backward into the door, shutting it with a slam.
Lying on my bed, stark naked, was Stefan, and what lay on his belly sent my burgeoning palpitations sky high.
Chapter Seven
“Come, Mausi, I think you need to unwind a little.” He rolled onto his side and patted the bed.
A broad smile formed on his face. I hated to smash it.
“Er… Stefan. I…” My jaw still refused to work properly and the words wouldn’t form. I wanted to fling my clothes off and envelop that splendid cock. Instead, my dry tongue wandered about my mouth.
“You need a drink?”
“No. What I need is…a condom,” I whispered the words.
“Ah.” He tumbled onto his back and stroked his cock. “Come here.”
I crept forward. Was he going to pounce on me? I perched on the edge of the bed, squishing my knees together. The closer I got to him, the worse the fluttering in my belly. I needed a fan to cool me down.
He sat up, his face within a few inches of mine. “Do you trust me?”
“I think so… Yes, of course.” What a stupid question. He was naked in my bed and I wasn’t screaming out of the window for the police. It had to mean I trusted him.
“Then let me fuck you…”
My mouth opened wide, and he shot his finger out, covering my lips and thwarting my negative response.
“I won’t com
e in you.”
Now, that would be something I would never have trusted Micah to do. He’d fire off without warning, sometimes after the first plunge of his cock, then he’d mumble an apology before slumping on top of me.
“I don’t know—”
He lunged and stoppered my mouth with an indulgent kiss. He pinched the back of my neck, drawing me into his bare arms. I grappled briefly, but I couldn’t resist the lure of his warm mouth and ardent desire. He hauled me onto him as he lay back. His erection sandwiched between us as our lips melted, fusing together.
My hair tangled in his frantic hands and he combed his fingers through it, tugging and stinging my scalp. I broke off, lifted my head, and his entwined hands traveled with me. I stared down into his stunning face. The goatee had grown into a fuller, darker one with a little point below the chin. It narrowed his face, making him appear dignified and older.
I brushed my finger along his jawline. “Don’t let it get any longer.”
“Okay.” He smiled. “You like it?”