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He’s standing aboveoff his boots, andI sit up straight, watching hione in a flash, and his underith them, or else he was commando I don’t care He is nad and hard and hot, his ck jutting forward, thick and heavily veined with arousal For me I want to touch him but before I canin his pocket and I hear the crinkle of paper, but it barely registers I a when he drops his pants and sits down next to e in his eyes "Now I’ to ers around the condom and blink at him I am confused by the way he comto him I have been cos I didn’t want to do I despised those moments in time and I wasn’t turned on But Chris could orderand I believe I’d s to this man, and I a in aze lowers to his ck and then lifts "Do you want me to put this on you now or do you want me to lick you there first?"

His eyes darken "Ah,to wonder, who’s corrupting who?"

I a him than he is truly at my mercy, while I most definitely am at his In fact, I’m not sure he ever could be at my mercy and there’s a part of me that feels I will never know this man until he is The desire to show hi root

I let the condoh, the springy hair there tickling ly erotic way, but then I a all over I wrap my free hand around the base of his erection, and his flesh is softness covering solid steel I lean over him and lick the salty sweet drop of arousal there It explodes on nites my desire I lick a circle around hih tense beneath my palm, and I am enthralled with my ability to please him, but I want him to touch my head, to need this so badly he can’t bear the idea of lide up and down his length and his hps lift with me I can almost feel his need to hold me in place, but still he does not I increase the pressure, and scoot closer, intentionally nestling

A lowfor me

No, I scream in my head, determined to take hi for ainst his chest, his hands in …in so-laden mind, I remember the words of that first journal entry I’d read Chris is quickly becoh of

I can feel his erection press against my backside and I reach behind me to stroke him He caresses my brsts, teases my nipple "Get the condom, baby"

"We don’t need it," I whisper, so ready for hi oes utterly still My palms flatten on his chest and I’ faster, his or mine Dread forms inside me with his reaction and I instinctively knohat he is thinking I push back and stare at hier and hurt collide inside me "You think I’m on the pill to sleep around I don’t believe you Well, for your infor tiet off of hio, Chris"

"Not a chance" He slides a hand upme into submission and this time I resent it "I told you I wasn’t ready to let you run away and I o," I deer and that makes me furious with myself now, too

"I’m not that complicated, Sara I wear a condoet fked, Sara That is who I am and what I am I told you that"

His words are hard and they wash overto crack into pieces He’s right I’ emotional and no condom is stupid How did I let myself drift into this territory? This is an escape, it’s sex

His fingers lace into aze to mine The stormy, hot turbulence in his eyes, a total contradiction to the ice of his words, stealsto me?" He presses his forehead to le "I didn’t think about safe sex when you said you were on the pill I wanted to knoho the guy ho had you and lost you when I have no right to care I don’t want to care I don’t want to want to know"

But he does care, that’s what he is telling ain "He’s the past," I answer, as he had toldsince you were last with a le" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">