I can’t stop myself. I jerk her to me, pulling her astride my hips and crush my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth, and I damn near come right then and there. Damn, it’s been so long.
“Fuck,” I murmur while pulling her back. “I’m sorry.”
She looks at me, frustrated, possibly pissed—adorably so.
“What the hell, Tag? I’m sick of your mixed signals,” she gripes.
***
Ashiara
“I’m sorry, it’s just… painkillers.”
I’m sick of his excuses, and I jerk him back to my lips, refusing to go silently into the night this time. His hands clutch my ass as his erection digs in, and I slide my hand down the front of his shorts to feel that perfect piece of heaven that has evaded me for too damn long.
“Ash, stop, please,” he mumbles against my mouth, and I pull back with tears in my eyes.
“Why? Why do you keep fucking with me if you don’t want me?”
“Ash, I want you more than you’ll ever know, but right now you’ve been taking those damn strong-ass things that cloud your judgment. I don’t want to fuck you on painkillers, and then worry I took advantage of you.”
Oh no.
“Tag, I haven’t taken a damn painkiller since my second day in the hospital.”
Suddenly his lips are on mine as he rips my shorts off and carries me to the bedroom on the far side of the house.
“Why the hell didn’t you say so sooner?” he murmurs against my lips, making me all the giddier as he carries me to a room I haven’t even seen.
“Trip,” I murmur softly, reminding him we’re too far away.
“I’ve got it,” he says with an incredibly salacious grin before jogging out of the room.
I quickly check my hair, and then I slip out of the rest of my clothes and slide between the sheets, ready to be ravaged—finally.
He'd better not change his mind.
***
Tag
My feet feel like feathers as I swish through the house and check on our son. He looks sweet enough to kiss, but I don’t want to risk waking him up. I’ve waited too long for this.
I grab the monitor before rushing back to the guest bedroom where I left her, praying her mind hasn’t changed. When my eyes fall upon her barely covered by the black satin sheet, my pants try to burst open.
“Fuck,” I breathe, and her cheeks blush as I slowly crawl over her body and press my lips to hers with a hunger only she can sate.
She moans into my mouth, and I’m worried I’m about to explode just from her sexy sounds and lips.
“You’ve got to stop making those sounds if you want to get anything out of this,” I grumble, and she giggles against my lips as her hands tangle in my hair.
I jerk her legs open, and then I drop my head to her chest as I let out an exasperated groan.
“What?” she panics. “Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind… again.”
The frustration in her voice makes me do something incredibly foolish as I pull out my pulsating cock and brush the sheet away, revealing her glorious body to me. Without giving her time to object, I surge in - skin on skin - and she gasps while dropping her head back and parting her perfectly modeled lips.
“I don’t have a condom, but I can’t stop,” I say as I thrust in deeper, forcing a grunt from deep in my throat.