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“You don’t want to use…”

He turned to face me. “Nope.”

“But it’s dirty.”

“You just had a shower.” He tossed the bottle onto the bed.

I glanced to the side. “I didn’t wash inside.”

“Inside?”

“Yeah.” Heat rushed to my cheeks, and his expression softened in understanding before I ever needed to explain.

“I don’t care about that.” He crawled onto the bed. “I only care about you.”

“You don’t think it’s gross?”

He snorted. “Not really. But would it make you more comfortable if I used one?” He moved to stand but paused when I grabbed his arm.

“No, it’s okay.”

He crawled up the bed, cloaking me again with his body; his arms bracketed my shoulders. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for.”

The sincerity in his eyes eased some of the tension in my body.

“I tried it before,” I said, feeling that familiar rush of heat to my face. “Using my fingers. Well, a finger. After we did what we did.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. Only the tip, though.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah,” I rasped, growing harder now that the nervousness around who would do what was out of the way.

He blew out a breath. “That’s hot.”

I groaned when he rocked forward, his erection sliding over mine.

“You like that?”

My eyes rolled back when he did it again.

He snatched the lube from my side and squeezed it into his hand, coating his cock.

I hissed when he did the same to mine, then released me and bent to kiss along my jaw as he rutted against me.

The slide felt amazing. The press of his hips and his powerful body holding me down made me lightheaded. I’d wanted it so much. Now, I couldn’t get enough.

My breath hitched when his teeth scraped my throat.

Would he bite?

Would he drink?

I squirmed, moving with his body, rocking up into his thrusts.

“Fuck,” he breathed against my skin, mouthing my neck like he wanted to do more.