Sliding open a dresser drawer, he found a T-shirt and brought it to the bed.
“What about this?” she asked, glancing at her bra.
Swallowing, he glanced at the T-shirt. He honestly couldn’t navigate her signals and wasn’t sure how far this would go. He didn’t want to take advantage, but he also didn’t want to upset her with good-intentioned rejection. But all nobility aside, he really didn’t want to miss an opportunity to be with her again.
“What do you want, Erin?”
She lifted a narrow shoulder and looked up at him with such innocence in her eyes. He unfolded the T-shirt.
The other night had been one of the best. He’d thought of little else since. But considering her emotional state, he wasn’t sure if intimacy would comfort her or leave her with regrets in the morning.
She reached behind her back and unclasped the small hooks, the lace cups loosening over her chest. He swallowed, deciding he’d never been much of a saint.
“Erin?” He held the shirt out to her, but she didn’t take it.
She shook her head and he cursed. He really didn’t want to mess this up.
His body swelled as he stepped closer. He lowered to the edge of the bed and caught her hand, stilling her from removing any more clothes. “I didn’t come here because I expected this. I’m completely fine with nothing happening.”
She held his stare and brought his hand to her chest. He slowly pulled the lace bra away, and her nipples hardened. God, she was beautiful.
She lifted the covers, inviting him into her bed. He shut off the light and slid beside her.
Their breathing was the only sound as he rested on his back, his arm subtly pressed to hers. He had no intention of pushing her after the day she’d had, but she was pushing the hell out of him. One more temptation and he would snap.
When she pressed a kiss to his shoulder, his body turned to steel. And when she moved over him, dragging her breasts against his chest and straddling his hips, he didn’t object.
Maybe she needed an outlet and that’s all this was. He could be that for her, but he still wished he could see her. The room was pitch black, her phantom touch driving him mad and turning him on, but he missed looking into her eyes. He liked reading her responses.
The heat of her arousal teased his stomach, he couldn’t help but reach for her. One hand on her hip, he gently traced a finger to her sex, teasing and touching her exactly as she liked.
She moaned softly and he deepened his touch. She rode his hand, taking what she needed.
Leaning forward, she teased him with the tip of her breast until he caught it between his lips and licked the hard bud. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her. He could suffocate in her tits and die a happy man.
She scooted lower, and her hot sex glided over his shaft. He kissed her hard, stealing his tongue into her mouth and letting his passion go.
She angled her body, opening herself up and his cock delved into her wet heat.
“Wait.” He broke the kiss, his mind a labyrinth of filthy images and dark desires. “Condom.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered, biting his lips and teasing away the sting with her tongue. “I mean, I’m okay if you’re okay. I’m on the pill.”
No condom? His dad had ingrained certain commandments in his head since he was a boy. Never talk back to his mother. Remember to shut the garage. Be respectful to his elders and anyone associated with the church. And never—ever—send your man into battle without proper protection.
But damn, her body felt incredible against his with nothing separating them.
She moved again, his cock nudging deeper. He should stop. He had something in his wallet and his pants were just a few feet away, but she was already there. He was practically inside of her.
“Erin…”
She altered her hips and sank over him, taking him inside her to the hilt. His eyes rolled back as he let out a sigh and cursed at the pleasure.
He cupped her hips and pulled her tight against him, thrusting into her, burying himself as deep as he could possibly go. “God, you feel incredible.”
She lifted her body, riding him with steady, rocking glides of her hips. He didn’t even have to move. She did it all and everything she did felt amazing. Too good.
It wasn’t long before his body tensed with its building release. He couldn’t finish without first taking care of her.
He reached for her sex, his thumb seeking out that sensitive little bud, but she caught his hand and pulled it away. She rode him faster and he couldn’t get his fingers where he wanted them to be, so he cupped her breasts, teasing and fondling, only she twisted and somehow pushed his hands back to her hips.