The second.
The third.
I tug him against me, pushing at those illegal fucking sweats, my pulse a drum line of want and need, even as my brain tries to haul me back. I kisshim, and the bitten-off sound he makes flushes all rational thought clean out of my skull.
We wind up on the floor. Skylar pushes me down with force and I let him shove me back against the door and pin me—straddleme—his dick pressing into my stomach.
I bring my knees up, hands gripping the back of his neck, feeling the raw need thrumming beneath his skin as he stares me down, rolling his hips with purpose.
“Do they test you in the SAS?”
Test me?It takes far too many seconds for me to compute what he means. Then I shake my head. “Not unless we ask for it. But I’ve never had unprotected sex in my fucking life.”
“You want it?”
“What?”
Skylar rolls his hips again, slow and ruthless. “I got tested last month, andI said, do you want it?”
It.
Him.
Bare.
My blood thrums with fresh heat, every nerve flaring with new life. “I’m good with it if you are.”
Skylar says nothing. He waits, giving me the chance to change my mind. But it’s not going to happen. I’m so bewitched by him he could do anything to me right now.
And he fucking knows it.
Iknowhe does.
We don’t speak again. Skylar lubes my cock and bears down on me, crowding me against the door at my back in the murky light of his room. Hands on my chest, holding me still, as if I’d dare fucking move.
He takes what he wants, what he needs, and the sensation of sliding inside him with no barrier is as wild as I’ve imagined it to be.
And I have imagined it, every fucking day since I met him?—
Skylar grips my chin, tipping my head back. He grinds down on me and my body reacts with sweat and sound. So much sound. He presses his hand over my mouth, his gaze so dark it’s hard to know if he’s really in there, but as the controlled rhythm he started with amps up into something else, I’m not sure I’m truly here either.
I know what he’s doing.
Iknow.
He’s drawing me from the ledge he’s balancing on, in case I push him off. Away from the ache in his soul and the weight in his eyes.
And bonehead that I am, I let him—I let him fuck me into the floor until we’re nothing but heat and sweat, and the way he’s riding me as if he can chase whatever he’s feeling out of his body with pressure and pain.
With thepleasurestraining his muscles, his skin glistening in the dim light.
He’s barely breathing.
Just moving.
I take it with a hammer in my pulse and my jaw wired so tight I can’t unclench it. I grab his hips, savage and bruising, like I’m trying to claw my wayin.
Skylar’s rhythm falters.