me. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Sawyer.”
“I’m not asking.” She squeezed my cock hard. “I’m begging for it.”
Despite what she’d said, I couldn’t bring myself to be as rough with her the second time, and I made sure she came twice before I even thought about my own orgasm. Still, it was wild and passionate and intense, and my sheets were a twisted fucking mess by the time we toppled right off the foot of the bed onto the floor.
So was my brain—I didn’t stop for a condom.
Stop, my conscience said. It’s risky and reckless and you can’t afford a mistake. Don’t be an irresponsible asshole.
But my body wouldn’t listen. She was velvety soft and snug around my cock, so warm and wet, and she took me so deep, her hands on my ass pulling me into her, and her pleading cries—don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop—were so sweet and sexy and all-consuming, I came inside her under a minute later with nothing between us.
Right away, I realized what I’d done and pulled out fast, as if it mattered at this point. “Oh, fuck.”
She paused. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I’m sorry. I got too carried away.”
“Noah, it’s okay. We’re fine. I’m on the pill.”
It was a relief, but I was still mad at myself. “Next time, I’ll be more careful.”
While Meg used the bathroom, I straightened up the bedding as well as I could in the dark, and got back into bed. My sheets smelled like her too now. I fucking loved it.
A minute later, she came back to bed, but instead of snuggling up with me, she lay on her back on her side of the bed. I thought maybe I’d hurt her somehow, and I was about to ask if she was okay when she spoke up.
“I have to tell you something.”
“What?”
“I didn’t forget about the condom.”
“You didn’t?”
“No. I thought of it, and I could have said something, but I didn’t want to.”
Turning onto my side, I propped my head in my hand. “Why not?”
“Because I wanted to be that close to you.” She looked over at me. “But now I feel like I did something wrong.”
My chest grew tight, and I reached for her. “Come here.”
She rolled toward me and we lay face to face, chest to chest. I slung my arm around her lower back, and pulled her body tight to mine.
“Listen to me,” I said firmly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I love that you wanted to be that close to me. I feel exactly the same way. I only apologized because I worry about you. I want you to feel safe.”
“I always feel safe with you.”
“Good.” Hearing her say those words felt like a gift. I kissed her forehead, and a moment later she was asleep in my arms.
For a half a second, my mind started to drift in the direction of Sunday, when she’d leave to go back to DC and I wouldn’t be the one holding her at night. Or anytime at all. Sunday was only five days away.
But I quickly flipped that switch off, and told myself to go to sleep. Meg didn’t seem worried about it. This is all for fun, she’d said. It was exactly the kind of arrangement I’d been craving. Phenomenal sex with a not-crazy woman I actually happened to adore that didn’t live in this town and had no expectation of me other than orgasms.
What more could I ask for?
Sixteen
Meg
On the ride to Cloverleigh the next morning, I looked at my text messages. “Oh, no.”
Noah glanced over at me from behind the wheel. “What?”
“I’m busted. My mother called me a bunch of times last night, and then I got this text from Chloe: ‘Hey, sorry about this but just wanted you to know that I had to tell Mom where you were. She was worried about you because you seemed out of it at dinner LOL so she checked on you when she got home and your room was empty. Then she freaked out and called me when you didn’t answer your phone. I told her the truth because she wanted to call the police, which cracked me the fuck up.’”
Noah laughed at that too.
I groaned, looking down at last night’s dinner outfit. I tried to pull down on my skirt and make it cover more of my legs. “It’s not funny, Noah! They’re going to take one look at me and know exactly what I was doing last night.”