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I nod. “Okay.”

The room is quiet except for the faint hum of the heater and Gary’s occasional snore. Still, the silence between us thick. Like the bubble we’ve constructed around ourselves over the past couple of weeks has popped.

All because of Wyatt.

I don’t want that.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

“What do you want?” I ask, shifting my eyes back to hers.

She opens and closes her mouth several times, but no words come.

A part of me worries she’s about to ask me to leave. Maybe even tell me she’s changed her mind and doesn’t want this anymore. Whatever this is.

But then she crawls across the bed and straddles me. “I want you to make me forget,” she begs, bringing her lips toward mine. “Can you do that? Can you help me tune out the world? Only see you. Only feel you.”

I have no idea what she wants to forget. Whether it’s Wyatt, his infidelity, or something much bigger. But I don’t care. If she wants to forget, I’ll gladly help her.

I smooth her tear-damp hair back from her face. “I’ll always give you whatever you need.”

Her mouth finds mine, her tongue slipping past my lips to tangle with my own. She slowly circles her hips against me, the friction stirring my erection.

As I pull her closer and kiss her harder, I feel her return to me. Feel us return to the people we are when we’re together.

“I need you,” she whimpers as I slip my hand under her shirt and cup her breast.

“You’ll have me. Just be patient.” My lips leave hers, trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone.

“Not tonight. No foreplay.” She pulls her shirt over her head before reaching for mine. I lift my arms, letting her rid me of it. “I just need to feel you inside me.”

“I want to make sure you’re taken care of.”

“I always am with you.” She climbs off my lap and stands, shoving her shorts and panties down her legs.

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve seen Wynter naked. But every time, it feels like the first time. I find something new to admire. Something new I want to explore. Touch. Taste.

Rising to my feet, I toe off my shoes before unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them down my legs, boxer briefs and all. Wynter’s eyes drop to my erection, her lips parting. Then she grabs my hand and pulls me down onto her bed.

“Have me, Joshua.”

Groaning, I cover her mouth with mine as I rock my hips against her, the feel of her warmth against my arousal almost too much. I’ve never felt her like this since I’ve always worn a condom.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter as the realization dawns on me.

“What’s wrong?”

I lift my eyes. “I don’t have a condom. But it’s okay.” I push off her, hurriedly reaching for my jeans. “I’ll run and get one.”

“Wait.” Wynter grabs my arm, stopping me from leaving. “We don’t have to use one.”

I blink.

“Unless you want to,” she adds quickly. “I got tested right after I found out about Wyatt’s affair. Everything came back negative, but if you feel more comfortable with a condom, I understand. I just…” She lifts her sad eyes to mine. “I don’t want anything separating us. Not right now.”

I’ve never had sex without protection before. But right now, I don’t care about the consequences. They don’t scare me. Having a baby with Wynter wouldn’t be the end of the world. Hell, it would be pretty fucking cool if I’m being honest.