time to kick them off. All the while, her hand kept up its work, and her lips parted at the sight of him erect before he leaned forward again. He didn’t move too far. He was leaning back, her panties captured in his hands as he tugged them off.
Both completely naked, they groaned when Logan lowered his body back on top of hers. And he was there again—the tip of him easily finding her wet entrance. The throbbing, the tingling overwhelming her as his kiss muffled her cries for more. And he was giving more. With one hand holding the back of her thigh, he began to push forward. Her fingernails dug into his forearm, the others on his shoulder as the same beautiful feeling invaded her from that morning.
Heat. Pain. Need.
It all begged to find release that only he could give her. She needed it. More. All. She needed him inside, and as the tiny second seemed to stretch for an eternity, she screamed for him to stop as a word popped in her head.
Pregnant.
“Stop, Logan!” She dug her nails in at the same time she lifted her hips to help guide him. “Ah, Logan, stop. Just wait a second. Condom, get a condom.” Her legs tightened around him, still begging, ordering him to enter her while her mind screamed to stop.
“Ah, shit,” he said, stopping his movement, his breath heavy as the tip of him waited, though her body still ached, still teased him with tiny movements to keep going. “I don’t have one.”
“What?” Her mind clouded with lust, she slid her hands up his back, smiling as he shuddered, moaning when that sweet bundle of nerves received a kiss from his cock. “Oh God.”
“Fuck.” He kissed her roughly as he held her hips down. “Are you okay if I don’t use one?” Her eyes opened to see his face over hers. He kept kissing her, kept teasing her with what he could give her. “I’m clean—I promise. I get checked all the time for fighting. I’ve always used a condom . . . I’ll be gentle, baby. I—”
“I’m not on birth control.” Her rushed words cut him off and ceased his movement.
“You’re not?”
She shook her head, her body crying when he moved a tiny bit away.
“Damn, Hood. I’m sorry.” He pecked her lips over and over, the sweetness still hot enough to make their bodies seek each other out.
“I’m sorry,” she said, worried because he looked so angry. Maybe she could—
His words cut off her thoughts. “It’s not you. I’m just mad at myself. I promised you we would wait, and this is the second time today I’ve almost fucked you without even asking.” He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, his lips teasing her skin when he spoke. “I’m sorry.”
Sighing, she got over her moment of insanity. Was she really about to consider letting him have sex with her? Yes. But she stayed logical as she told him, “I can’t get pregnant.”
“I know.”
She smiled when he kissed her skin.
“I would take care of you though,” he said, kissing her neck until his lips were right below her ear. “Both of you.”
Her heart sprinted, pounding just as hard as his was. “I know.”
His smiling lips made her grin in return.
“I don’t want to wind up like that,” she whispered, thinking of Janie and Ryder.
He nodded. “I know. I was just letting you know.”
“Is this going to hurt you?” She whimpered with need because he was still very hard against her.
“I can deal with it. Just give me a few minutes. I can’t make it go away just like that.” He chuckled at her biting her lip to keep from begging for him. “Are you going to hurt?”
She nodded. “I want you so bad.”
“Fuck, Hood,” he said, shutting his eyes and breathing out. “Don’t say shit like that and expect me to calm down.”
“I’m sorry. I’m just so . . .” Her words were quieted with a moan as he started kissing his way down her neck.
“I’ll take care of you, baby.”
She trembled as he kissed down her stomach. “Logan,” she said, looking down at the top of his head. “No, Logan.”
He jerked his head up, worry across his face. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head and touched his face with her hand.
“You want me to stop?”
Nodding, she watched him push himself away from her body. When he was almost in a push-up position, she shoved his chest as hard as she could. It