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I yank my hand from between her thighs and gather her up, dragging her skirt down her legs and ripping my clothes off my overheated body as we fall onto the bed.

She gets on top to shrug out of her blouse, but she stays there, legs wide, straddling me.

She’s looking like she wants to ride me. Whatever she wants is hers.

I’m panting, desperate to give us what we need.

I reach into the drawer for a condom.

There’s nothing there.

I curse.

I drag my pants closer, fumble for my wallet, and empty the thing on the bed.

No condom.

“Javier?” she whispers. “What is it?”

I stare up at her as I try to think.

She’s straddling me, sitting on my belly, and all I need to do is slide her back an inch, and I’d be buried inside her. Fuck. I can’t think what to do.

Where’s the nearest store?

Can I text one of the guys?

Maybe knock on doors in the hallway, hoping someone has a condom?

Do I want them to know I have Tobie naked in my bed?

“Javier?” she moans, her back arching, hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them. “I need you. Please…”

I’m shaking as I tell myself that we could do this, and I’d pull out before I come. But that would be a lie to myself and to her. If I get an inch inside her, I’m not pulling out.

I grasp her hips, holding her where she is so I’m not tempted to push her back and onto me the way I want to.

“We don’t have a condom,” I tell her.

And because we don’t, we shouldn’t be doing this.

She looks down at me, cheeks flushed, nipples pebbled.

“Tobie?” I stare up at her.

“I don’t want to stop.” Her whisper is an electric current shocking my heart.

My fingers flex on her hip, and I stop breathing as she moves. I should be stopping her—stopping myself—but I’m guiding her back as she settles over my cock.

Body trembling, eyes glazed with lust, she rises to her knees and sinks onto me.

We both groan.

Her pussy squeezing me as I push into her is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She’s tight. Her sex is wet and hot.

“I feel you stretching me,” she moans.

And we’re not using a condom.

“Fuck. I should stop,” I breathe as I stare at my dick impaling her.

She rises before I’ve slid deep and sinks again, taking more of me. My cock is glistening from her body, and I harden as I watch myself slide in and out of her. I’m half buried inside her, her slick heat compressing my cock as her soft whimpers make me throb.

The next time she rocks, I lift my hips as she sinks, drawing her down harder on me.

Before I’ve fully buried myself in her, I’m taking over, rolling her onto her back and spreading her thighs so the next thrust is deeper. My balls slap against her ass as I bottom out in her and then hold myself there for a second, my eyes fixed on the point where we’re joined.

How can she have taken me so deep?

“Javier,” she whimpers, shifting beneath me, “I need you.”

My balls tighten.

As I pick up the pace, the wet sound of sex fills the room. The perfect feel of her pussy, the knowledge that nothing is between us, is making me lose all reason.

I grip her wrists, pinning both over her head as I move, each hard thrust pushing her up the bed as my balls slap under her ass.

She blinks at me, hazel eyes half lidded and so sexy I struggle to focus.

I claim her lips again, her legs wrapping around my waist, back arching as I feel her pussy start to pulse.

I need more from her. Always have. Always will.

I taste her skin. I taste every part of her I can, heat rising from our skin, sweat coating our slick bodies so we squirm together.

She shatters, hips bucking, a strangled moan tearing from her throat as her pussy clenches around me, dragging me into my release.

I pound into her, groaning her name, needing to be just a little deeper. Fuck. My cock jerks. I strain to go further, gripping the tops of her shoulders, shoving her down the bed, and holding her tight against me as I fill her with my cum.

It just keeps going.

I slump over her, careful not to crush her, holding her as my cock continues to jerk, and I soften inside her.

Neither of us moves for several seconds.

“Tobie.” I lift myself off her and lie down beside her, gathering the sheets to cover us.

She’s staring up at the ceiling, and I hate myself for not being strong enough to stop things. “That was probably a mistake,” she says quietly.

“The sex or the?—”

“Not the sex,” she says, angling her head toward me. Her expression softens, and she crawls over me. “The sex will never be a mistake. Stop feeling guilty. I practically climbed you like a tree.”

I laugh, squeezing her, not just liking her with each passing day but loving her. “Yes. I suppose you did.”

I run my hand up and down her back as she relaxes. “I’m on birth control, so I think I’m okay, and one of the first things I did after Marc cheated was get myself tested.”

“And one of the first things I did when I realized I was attracted to you was get myself checked out.”

She peers up at me. “Because you wanted to have sex with me?”

“Not just want,” I correct her. “Need.”

“How’s your head?” she asks.

I take her hand when she explores the sore spot with one finger, and I kiss the tip. “What head?”

“Sorry I tackled you,” she apologizes. “You were so nice to me before, listening and hugging me. And I beat you up.”

I chuckle. “You have permission to tackle me whenever you want, Gatinha .”

To my surprise, she scoots up the bed and presses a soft kiss on the bruise. “Next time, I’ll be more careful.”

This woman lights up a part of me I didn’t know was dark.

My heart softens. I pull her into my chest and wrap my arms around her.

I have studying to do, and it’s too early in the day to be lazing in bed, but I can’t seem to want to move.

“Javier?”

“ Gatinha ?”

“Have you ever wanted something so badly you’re scared to say what it is in case you don’t get it?”

“Yes.”

She peels her face from my chest and peers down at me. “What did you do about it?”

My smile is mirthless. “Nothing. I’m still trying to decide what to do.”

Hockey or my family.

My gaze sharpens on her. “What is the thing you want?”

She looks away. “I’m too scared to say what it is yet.”

I kiss her forehead. “Maybe we can both learn to be a little braver and say the things we’re too afraid to say.”

She settles against me, her hand on my heart, her breath warm on my throat, and the soft flutter of her lashes on my skin is a comfort unlike any other. “I will try.”

“Me too.”