Not Just Friends (Hot in the City #3) - T. Gephart Page 0,92

her long lashes opening to reveal her beautiful brown eyes. “How was work?”

“Good. Long. And I missed you too.” I kissed her, my mouth fusing to hers as her lips parted for me. My tongue moved in, massaging hers as she groaned and gripped me tighter.

Her nails grazed against my back just enough to sting but not to draw blood, and I loved the feel of it. She shuffled underneath me, her tits pressed against my chest as she arched. “Mmmmmmmmm, I love morning sex.”

“I thought you didn’t like waking up before noon?” I teased, my dick hard and pressing against her lower belly.

She shuffled higher up the mattress, parting her legs so I could settle between them. “Exercising my prerogative to change my mind. Now do you want to discuss it, or do something else?”

“Discuss,” I said drily, pretending like sex wasn’t what I wanted.

Part of me wished I didn’t. That I’d be that guy who’d hold her and tell her that it was more important to cuddle. But I couldn’t, and not because I was a selfish bastard, or because I loved how it felt when I was inside of her.

I knew she was using me.

Using the sex to hush the demons and to lose herself, forget whatever else was going on in her head that she didn’t want to discuss. And I wasn’t even mad.

If that was what she needed, then I’d give it to her. It was that simple, not bothering to ask the question whether it was right or wrong. And no, I wasn’t being taken advantage of. I was having sex with the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, who I also happened to be in love with. Are you kidding me? It was nooooooooo fucking hardship.

And I wanted it too, because whether I was fucking her hard or making love to her slow, she was always with me, and only me.

She smiled, her beautiful lips parting as her tongue slipped out of her mouth. “Fine, let’s discuss then.” She leaned into me, dragging her tongue up my neck as her nipples hardened against my chest.

“Fast or slow?” I asked, the only discussion I wanted to have.

Her hips tilted, using my length to rub up against her clit. “Fast.”

I kissed her, grinding against her to give her the friction she wanted. She whimpered, seeking more contact as her hands slid down my back and grabbed my ass.

“Please more.”

It was like a chant and a prayer, both of them desperate as she bucked underneath me. I assumed those demons had been louder last night, feeding her need for a quicker release. And as much as I wished I could take them away permanently, I’d settle for an hour or two.

She protested as I lifted off her, trying to pull me back. “Condom, Presley.” I kissed her gently, “Give me a second to put one on and then I’ll give you what you want.”

“What if we didn’t?” she asked, her body underneath me going still.

“Have sex?” I clarified, because surely she wasn’t suggesting me not wearing one.

She shook her head, stopping me from going into the drawer of her nightstand and grabbing a condom. “What if you didn’t wear one.”

Look, given a choice, any guy would rather go bare.

I’d done it three times ever, and it was fucking mind blowing.

You feel everything.

Her hot, wet center.

How tight she contracts.

And everything just feels . . . well, more.

So yeah, if you’re in a relationship where you’re not screwing around, and you’re taking other precautions so nine months later you’re not rocking a baby carrier, then fuck the condom.

But Presley was a control freak, and she wasn’t the kind of woman who’d take that kind of a risk. And 99.9999 percent wasn’t good enough.

Which was why she took the pill every single day like clockwork, and I wore a condom.

“Presley, don’t you think we should have this discussion when we’re both thinking straight?”

I had to give her the chance to reconsider. Because so help me, God, if it was left up to me to decide, I was going to be buried inside of her—bare—in the next thirty seconds.

“No, I don’t want to think straight. Just do it. Please, Jared.”

There was so much need in the way she said my name that if I had any doubts whether or not I was going to do it, they were tossed out the window. I didn’t even care how fucking stupid it was, convincing myself that if I got her pregnant, I’d