Page 88 of Guarded Love

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I cringe at what I said. “I didn’t mean that. I shouldn’t have said that. People don’t have sex for all kinds of reasons. I mean you're hot and charming when you want to be. I just assumed…”

"That I was sleeping around?" He shakes his head. "I've been too focused on school and hockey. And honestly, after what happened between us before, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Made it hard to want anyone else."

The admission makes my heart skip, but before I can process it fully, he's leaning down to kiss me again. This time it's softer, more tender, and when he pulls back his eyes are searching mine.

I speak before he has a chance to. “I’ve been on the pill for years."

"Good. That's...that's good." His hand slides higher, cupping my breast. "But I'm still going to wear a condom."

The fact that he's being so responsible while his thumb is circling my nipple makes me want him even more. "Such a good boy," I whisper and watch his pupils dilate.

"Willow.”

The warning in his voice is apparent, but I don’t care. "What? You are. So careful, so thoughtful. And you’re taking such good care of me."

"You're going to kill me with that mouth."

"Then let me kill you properly," I say, reaching for the waistband of his boxers again.

This time he doesn't stop me. I slowly pull the fabric down and free him completely. Holy shit. Maybe if I’d known he was this well-endowed before, I might have prepared myself mentally. He's thick and long, and the sight of him fully arousedmakes my mouth go dry. I wrap my hand around him and when he groans at my touch, I swear it shoots straight to my pussy again.

"Fuck, kitten," he says, "Your hands..."

"Good?" I ask, using his own words against him as I continue stroking.

"So good," he confirms, his head falling back. "But if you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts."

I reluctantly let go, but not before pressing a kiss to his chest. "We can't have that."

He reaches over to the nightstand and quickly finds what he’s looking for: a condom. For someone who hasn’t had sex in a while, it’s interesting that he has condoms ready to go, but once again, he’s prepared.

"Let me," I say, taking the packet from him.

He stares at me as I tear it open and slowly roll it down his length. The simple act feels intimate in a way I wasn't expecting, and when I'm done, he cups my face in his hands.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks quietly. "Because once we do this, there's no going back."

I know what he means. This changes everything between us. Our history, our future, whatever fragile peace we've managed to maintain recently. But looking at him now, I realize I don't want to go back.

"I'm sure," I whisper. "Are you?"

Instead of answering with words, he kisses me deeply, pouring all his want and need into it. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.

"I've wanted this for so long," he admits. "Wanted you for so long."

"Then have me," I say as if this is a normal, everyday decision.

He positions himself between my thighs and within seconds, I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. We both hold our breath as he slowly pushes inside, inch by inch. The stretch is intense, bordering on overwhelming, but Blaise is taking his time.

"Okay?" he asks.

"More than okay," I manage. "You can move."

He starts slowly, letting me adjust to his size, which I’m so thankful for. He's bigger than I expected, stretching me in ways that make me make sounds I’ve never heard come out of my mouth. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire, and I can't decide if I want him to go slower or faster.

“Just a little bit more, baby.”