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He thrust two fingers into her. So tight. So hot.Reveled in her gasp. Mimicked what he intended to do with his cock as he used his lips and tongue on her and in her.
Her hands fisted in his hair, sending pinpricks of pleasure pain over his scalp that he welcomed.
“Harder. Oh, God, Caleb. I need it harder.”
Hell yes.
He’d give her the world right now.
She was so damn beautiful, splayed out like a goddess for him. And she was close. He could feel it. Hear it in her voice.
His fingers pumped faster. Stretched her. His lips suckled harder.
She came with a breathless scream, her inner walls tightening around him in pulsating waves that almost ripped his own orgasm from him.
He surged to his feet. Tore at the button on his jeans. Yanked down the zipper. His dick was in his hand and at her entrance—
“Fuck.” Even to his own ears, his voice was a snarl of pure sexual frustration.
Gia lifted onto her elbows and gazed at him with unfocused eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Condom.”
The bedroom felt like it was a mile away.
“I’m on birth control.” The desperation in her voice made his hips jerk. “And I’m clean. I got tested when I started my job at the clinic.”
“I’m clean, too.”
He wanted her so badly he was ready to walk over fire if that’s what it took, but he wouldn’t take this choice from her.
“What do you want me to do? I’ve got some in the bedroom.”
Her eyes softened. “I want you. Inside me. Now. I trust you.”
Holy hell, how this woman gutted him.
He drove into her so hard the table shuddered.
Without the barrier of latex, her inner walls gripped him flesh to flesh, the sensation so hot it made his eyes roll to the back of his head.
Her body softened, adjusted to his invasion, taking him deeper.
He lifted her. Spread her wider. Deepened his angle of penetration.
“Caleb. That feels so good.”
Her moan of pleasure made him even harder. The prick of her nails on his biceps urged him on.
He took her mouth and let his control shatter, pistoning his hips in a frenzy of movement that shook the table and threatened a collapse.
Electrical impulses raced up and down his shaft. His muscles clenched.
Not yet. Not without Gia.
He reached between them. Rubbed her with quick, firm strokes.
“Come with me, baby.”