“It’s too much.”
“Would it be so bad, having a family with me?”
He lowered his mouth to mine. Again, I got swept away into the heady rush of pleasure. He seemed to know just how to touch me.
As if he was made for me.
I scraped my fingers through his beard then looked down at his still-hard cock digging into my belly. “I don’t even live here. I don’t want to live here.”
“Why? What’s so good about the city? You
have everything you need up here.”
“Please stop.”
He kneaded my ass. Jake wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t glass and each time he gripped me tighter, it was just more proof that he wanted me.
He rocked against me. “I’m playing dirty and I don’t care. Now that I’ve touched you, I don’t want to ever stop.”
No way could I go down that trail of thought. The spicy bonfire scent of him was making me insane. And the fact that he actually knew what to do with his tongue and fingers.
Imagine what his cock could do?
Nope.
That was what had gotten me in trouble here in the first place. I was lust-drunk, that was all. His impressive length pushed against the undone buttons of my dress and made the teeth of his zipper peel open in deference to his girth.
I reached into his jeans and gasped at the size of him. Proportional should have been a neon sign over his head. Dios. I dragged the head of his dick across my bare stomach, smearing myself with his precum.
“Jesus, Freckles. That isn’t helping.”
“I know.” I tried to do the math in my head. I was as regular as the sunrise, and there should be no way I’d get pregnant right now. At least I was pretty sure. “How far away is the drugstore? Did they build any new ones close by?”
“Not close enough.” He tipped his forehead to mine with a groan, then tried to step back.
I gripped him tighter and wrapped my other arm around his neck. He boosted me up, and I linked my legs around him. “Inside me.”
“Freckles…”
“Just do it. Please. I’m so tired of being empty.”
He set me back on the pool table, his mouth back on mine. I pushed at his shirt, needing to feel more of him. He reached behind his head and dragged it off, tossing it on the table. He lifted my ass and set me down on his shirt, still warm from his skin.
He lifted my knee up and turned me slightly. “Are you sure?” He painted the head of his cock along my center. The angle would about kill me. Jake was so much taller than me—broader in so many ways.
Walking bowlegged wasn’t a boast. I might not be able to walk at all.
And I was so on board.
I curled my fingers into his belt loops and dragged him closer. His jaw tightened as the broad head of his cock slid into me. He watched—unabashedly—the first deep stroke.
I arched my back and blew out a breath. It had been a damn long time since anyone had been inside me. My nails dug into his pecs as he pushed my legs open enough to make room for himself.
“God, you’re splitting me apart.”
“You’re so goddamn tight.” He stilled, letting me get used to him. I could see that it was killing him to stop. Every muscle in his body tensed, and a single bead of sweat slithered through his chest hair and hit my finger. “Freckles?”
“More.” I gripped him tighter, but I needed him to move. My hips undulated lightly. The sensory memory of the act was there, even if it had never felt anything like this.