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“Christian, I’m close.”
“I know. Come for me, baby?—”
“No. Not yet.” Her forceful response jars me as I stare. Then my eyes lock into her burning ones. “I want you inside me when I do.”
Fuck. How did it turn this hot so quickly?
I open my mouth to protest that I can make her come again, but she tugs me even more forcefully until I’m on top, then strokes my cock with so much conviction that I’m nothing but a helpless man against her temptation. I shudder, giving myself some time to ride her hand, loving the way she loves doing this.
When it’s me who’s close, I gently remove her hand and position my cock at her entrance before I remember something and curse.
“Shit. The condom is in my room?—”
Hands grip my shoulders before I can move away.
“I’m clean. And I’m on the pill.”
I go still, awareness seeping in at what she’s saying. I grit my teeth, the anticipation of what’s to come threatening to kill me already.
“I’m clean, too.” My voice is rough. My breathing is erratic. “Are you sure?”
She nods, then kisses me again.
“I trust you.”
Damn it.
That trust takes us to the next step, my cock sliding inside her with no more protest. Without the condom, it’s double the pleasure, her bare tightness and wetness surrounding me like velvet heat. I nearly die from the intensity of it, but I hold on, letting myself adjust to how good it feels—and how much more intimate it is.
When we’re both ready, I pull back, then thrust back in, starting a rhythm that’s become a habit but also feels brand new every single time. She wriggles to accommodate me, then actively participates in it, too, as she rocks her hips back and ignites the most unbearable, delicious friction.
Every time I’m inside her, I can’t believe how much of a lucky bastard I am, but those thoughts vanish as I can only focus on how good it feels. Her moans are music to my ears, while her nails cling tighter on my back. Her restlessness incites our tempo until slow strokes become fast, and everything’s a blur of heightened touch and sounds.
Needing to be deeper inside her, I roll onto my back and sit her up, and I’m rewarded when she practically bounces on my lap. I kiss her harder and suck on her tongue, gripping her hips to steady her before I lose it. When I catch sight of her nipples, I can’t help but take one in my mouth, adding another layer to her already restless state.
She cries out, and it’s the most beautiful sound ever.
“Oh, my God. Oh, God, Christian…just like that…”
Fuck. She’s more than beautiful. She’s perfect.
“Yes, baby. Moan for me. I love it when you moan like that.”
She moans again and again. She keeps me on edge, but she doesn’t stay there for long as one flick of her clit with my thumb sends her hurtling into a climax that I know is earth-shattering for her. Raven throws her head back as she rides it, then rides me, chasing it to the very end.
So do I.
And when I finally reach that pinnacle and spill inside her, I almost shout words that feel sacred and frightening at the same time.
I love you.
But I don’t say it.
Chapter 18
Raven
Being back in the city feels like a fever dream, but having Coronado as our first destination helps a lot to soothe whatever nerves I’ve taken with me from Sweet Haven. It’s a picturesque city filled with resorts and surrounded by blue waters, so peaceful and calming. But I still glance around from time to time, my body not quite ready to let go of the notion that nowhere is truly safe.