the length of his spine. I caught the hem of his shirt in my fingers and started to pull it upward, exposing his colorful skin and toned physique.
“I like you too, Salinger. More than I ever thought I could.”
The words were like throwing gasoline on an already smoldering fire. One second, he was grinning down at me and playfully placing biting kisses wherever his lips happened to land; the next, it was a race to get all our clothes off so every inch of bare skin was touching. He got a predatory look in his dark eyes that I was now familiar with, and in no time, his hands were everywhere, touching me in a way that was both possessive and reverent. There was more confidence in how he held me and more certainty in the way he moved over me.
All those unanswered questions about what we meant to one another didn’t seem as pressing, and all that mattered at the moment was how good we could make each other feel, and how much we could express without words.
Our bodies moved together instinctively. Hands glided over slick skin and held on tight. My nipples pulled tight as they dragged across his chest, and my legs parted without protest as he moved his knee between them. The rough brush of his skin against mine had goosebumps lifting all over as my breath caught. He kissed his way up and down my neck, stopping to nip the curve where it met my shoulder. I rubbed my palm up and down his broad back, pulling him closer and arching my back to get as close to him as possible.
He braced himself with a hand above my head on the bed and used the other to grab my leg by the back of my thigh, hoisting it around his waist as he shifted his weight where his hardness was pressed against my rapidly fluttering center. My damp opening was pressed against his unyielding length, and the contact made me shiver all over. He was so warm and hard, the sensation quickly had a greedy want for more slipping through my blood. I lifted my hips eagerly and felt the sting of his teeth on my flesh almost instantly. He pushed forward, rubbing along the silky, wet folds that were ready to welcome his cock inside, and he made me slowly lose my mind in the process.
He kept up the rocking motion until I was on the brink of coming undone underneath him. I was clutching at his shoulders and drowning in the fervent kisses he was assaulting on my mouth. Salinger had the ability to make everything else slip away, so all my senses were filled with nothing but him. It could be overwhelming, but I liked getting lost in him. It was rare I allowed myself to let go of the order and control that defined my life. I felt safe enough with him that I could drop the rigid hold I kept over myself so I didn’t fall apart in the public eye.
I dug my heel into the sexy little dimple that rested at the base of his spine. I shifted my hips impatiently and was immediately rewarded by the press of his tapered tip against my eager entrance. My body clenched and quivered, trying to pull his length all the way inside and fill that empty ache that screamed his name.
I moved forward as Salinger moved back. His head lifted, and his eyes burned into mine with a heated warning. “Be careful. You’re about to push me past the point of no return, and we already discussed how dangerous it could be.”
My mind was in a bit of a sex stupor, so it took me a second to understand what he was talking about.
We’d moved so quickly from kissing to grinding against one another, it didn’t filter through the desire that was hounding at me that we’d skipped one of the usual steps that Salinger was meticulous about.
Protection.
It hadn’t even occurred to me. I was too caught up in the moment, and too invested in moving our relationship forward. To me, being with him with nothing between us wasn’t nearly as scary and dangerous as he made it sound. When I told him I trusted him, I meant it with every fiber of my being. I trusted him to take care of me, no matter what happened in the future, which might have made me more daring than I normally would’ve