"Why?" That comes out harsher than I intended, but damn. He's killing me.
His deep laugh doesn't amuse me. It only pisses me off more because I'm drowning in frustration right now.
"I don't have any condoms. It's not like I foresaw this coming. And I doubt any of the guys are going to toss me one, considering it's you I'm in here with."
He doesn't have condoms? Dane Sterling, the man with a reputation as expansive as Tag Masters, doesn't have condoms? So this is hell.
"Why?" I ask, coming off accusatory.
He frowns as he looks down at me, and opens his mouth to speak. After a few seconds he closes it and shrugs.
I'm naked, he's in just his boxers, and we're on a bed. There's no turning back. It's not like I can get pregnant—really don't need to think about that right now because I might cry, and that would kill this mood completely.
If this were anyone else, I'd refuse to do this without a condom. But it's Dane. Despite his reputation, I know damn well he's not going to do anything that could put me in jeopardy. If there was a risk of him having something, we wouldn't have even made it this far.
"I'm... on birth control," I say, ignoring the sting of the truth, and making a calculated maneuver to hide my eyes in an effort to conceal my telltale sign of lying. "Is there any other reason you need a—"
My words are cut off when his lips crush mine and deliver a bruising, hungry kiss. Apparently I just said the magic words.
He rustles between my legs, never breaking our kiss, as he removes his boxers. Without any warning, he thrusts inside me. All it takes is one, gloriously rough stroke, and he's buried deep, making that mortifying moan escape me again.
I'll be embarrassed about my inability to show composure some other time. Right now, Dane Sterling is inside me, stretching me, and making me feel as though my world is perfect in this moment.
"I forgot how fucking incredible you feel," he murmurs against my neck, keeping his body still inside me as though he's afraid to move.
I arch my hips, and though it shouldn't be physically possible, he goes deeper, touching a place deep inside me that stirs a belly-clenching reaction. Oh damn. Dane Sterling really doesn't have a fault.
He mutters something about not going to be able to last long, but no words really capture my attention right now. Especially when he starts his rhythmic, rocking motion. Each thrust seems to get even deeper as he pulls back and surges forth. And every time he does it, my girly cries get louder.
I've lost control of my body, my sounds, my volume... everything. I'm his to do with as he pleases, because I truly belong to him.
He tugs my hair, making my head fall back so that he has the perfect angle to kiss me, while his body continues to rule mine, offering nothing but ecstasy. Kissing becomes impossible when my breaths evolve to be erratic and harsh, so I break it off, reveling in his touch as my body writhes beneath him.
The tightening inside me is almost painful in the best possible way. A myriad of emotions and sensations pass through me at once, driving me into the land of divinity as my release comes out epically.
Stars. There really are fucking stars. And the explosions behind my eyelids are announced by my completely foreign scream—a sound I didn't even know I was capable of.
Dane thrusts inside me hard one last time, stilling himself within me as a grunt slides through his lips, followed by a breath of reverence. When he drops to my body, his breaths coat my ear with the sound of hard labor. I'm torn between laughing and crying. Neither are appropriate, but I choose laughter.
He raises up as the bubbling sound slithers free, and he tilts his head, looking a little wounded.
"I really don't know how I did anything funny just then."
That only makes me laugh harder as I wrap my arms around him. So sad. I'm too young to be so crazy.
"You didn't do anything funny," I say through the delirious chuckles.
"I can tell," he mumbles dryly, acting offended.
His brow scrunches in confusion as he adjusts his weight, moving off me just barely, but still keeping me beneath him. My uncontrollable laughter continues, confusing him more.
I honestly think that thread of sanity has just snapped.
"That was... um... wow," I finally say, still giggling a little. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
His smile forms, and he shakes his head while pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You realize this means you're mine. You just sealed the deal."
I'm his. This is surreal.