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  He gave me a sheepish grin and stroked a hand down my thigh. “I wasn’t expecting to get past second base tonight.”

  “Lame. Didn’t you think at some point you would? Aren’t you the one who said it would happen when it happened? We’ve been dating for weeks!” I let my forehead press his for a moment then kissed his mouth gently. “I am going to kill you.”

  “Do you...?”

  I sat up, trying to think if I did, but they’d always been Esteban’s responsibility. It had always given me a tingle to imagine him at the store, making his choice and facing the cashier, all the while with his cock half-hard because he was thinking of me. I wisely did not share this memory with Niall.

  “I don’t. Not with me anyway. I probably have some at home.”

  He gave me a solemn look. “Maybe I should kill you.”

  “No! Then we’d both be dead,” I said, “and that’s gross.”

  “I meant to. But somehow or another I kept never getting around to it. Shit.” He groaned and fell back against the couch.

  “See what happens when you let things happen as they’re meant to instead of having someone take charge?” I teased and leaned to brush my lips over his.

  Niall shifted underneath me. “Are you mad?”

  “I should say yes, just to teach you a lesson.”

  “Ugh, what kind of lesson is that?”

  I wiggled against him. “The kind where you learn when I tell you to do something like be better prepared, I expect you to do it.”

  “Ouch.”

  I laughed. “I take it you were not a Boy Scout.”

  “No. I hated camping.” He nipped at my throat, making me sigh.

  “Condoms are nonnegotiable without a clean bill of health,” I told him frankly. “I’ve had chlamydia twice, and that was enough. Never again.”

  He flinched. “Wow... I...”

  “I’m tested monthly,” I said.

  Niall was silent for a moment. “You’re very responsible.”

  “Well...yeah,” I said. “Duh. When it comes to my health, I don’t fuck around.”

  “I want to make love to you, Elise,” he said sort of formally and so sweetly it made me emotional.

  I drew a fingertip over his lower lip. “I want you to.”

  “So,” he said hopefully.

  “So,” I answered as I got off his lap and took his hand. “You know there are other things we can do without a condom.”

  Niall grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  He took me upstairs. I made myself at home on his bed with a show of testing the mattress. The pillows. When he leaned to kiss me again, I laughed and held him off with a hand on his chest. Then I scooted back on the bed to rest against the headboard and inched up my skirt. I ran a finger up the inside of my thigh.

  “We could play gin rummy,” I said conversationally. “Or chess. I’m great at chess. I bet I could beat you.”

  “I bet you could, too.” Niall moved closer to kiss me, his fingers following the path my own had made.

  I stopped him an inch from my panties with a hand on his wrist. He stopped kissing me. He tried to move his hand again, but I didn’t let him.

  “You don’t really want to play chess, do you?” he asked.

  “I really want you to think about the fact you invited me over here and started to get me all excited without having any condoms.” I kept my hand over his, though he was no longer trying to ease it upward. “There should be consequences for your actions.”

  I was serious. Stern. Esteban would’ve been properly downcast, ready to be disciplined. On the other hand, it was unlikely Esteban would not have remembered the rubbers.

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather think about me going down on you?” Niall, who was definitely not Esteban, asked.

  I smiled, charmed, and didn’t push the issue. “I would like to think about that.”

  “I could show you. Then you don’t have to imagine it.”

  Niall kissed my knee. Then a little higher, the inside of my thigh. His mouth brushed my panties. I gave a small, gasping laugh, my back arching. When he slipped his fingers under the edges of the cotton and tugged them down, baring me to him, I closed my eyes. My fingers gripped the sheet as my body tensed, waiting for him to kiss me there.

  I cried out when at last he did, with a slow, deliberate pressure on my clit that had my hips lifting. His hands slid beneath my ass, pressing me to his mouth. He sucked gently then used the flat of his tongue. One stroke, another, the pace steady and delicious and oh, fuck, so good.

  My fingers dug into his hair. Niall made a small noise, and I opened my eyes. He wasn’t looking at me, his attention solely on what he was doing, and I was able to drink in the sight of him without him noticing.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” I said in a low, hoarse voice.

  He blinked and pulled away a little, his breath teasing me when he answered. “Me?”

  “Yes. Kissing me there.” I loosened my grip to stroke his hair then cup his cheek. “Feels so good. Keep going.”

  He moved up my body instead to kiss my mouth. His hand went between my legs, his first two fingers circling on my clit. Then dipping lower, inside me. His tongue stroked mine. He fucked deeper inside me, fingers curling while his thumb pressed my clit.

  The kiss got harder. So did his thrusting fingers. I wanted to get his belt unbuckled, to get my hands on him, but when I shifted, he nipped at my jaw and didn’t move to let me. He stepped up the pace until I was so distracted by it I moaned. I rocked with his touch, letting him tumble me into orgasm, hard and surprisingly fast.

  Gasping, my body still tensing, I blinked and looked at him. I put a hand over his to stop him from going on. “Wow.”

  He looked pleased. “Hmm.”

  I fell back onto the pillows as Niall slid his fingers out of me and propped himself on his elbow to look down at me. I stretched a little, rolling to face him. Offering my mouth for a kiss.

  “Yummy,” I whispered against his mouth.

  Niall ran a hand up my calf and hooked it behind my knee. “I’m so hard right now, I think my dick might break off.”

  “I don’t want your dick to fall off. That would be a real shame.”

  “I am kind of attached to it, even if it gets me into trouble sometimes.” Niall shook his head.

  I slid on top of him, my knees pressing his hips, to kiss his mouth. Still kissing, I rocked against him. “You are pretty hard. Let’s see what we can do about that.”

  When his mouth opened, I took his tongue. I slid my hands up his arms, taking his wrists to pin them above his head. Not thinking about it, simply moving and doing what felt natural.

  “That’s how you like it, huh?” Niall said into my ear.

  I ran my mouth along his throat then pressed his skin with my teeth before answering. “Yes. I do.”

  He rolled us both before I could stop him, so that he ended up between my legs. He kissed me hard, his hand going between us to work at his belt buckle. I helped him with the zipper. Then helped to shove his khakis over his hips, until there he was, kneeling in front of me with his cock tenting his briefs. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and eased them lower, lower, lower, until I sat up to help him with that, too.

  “Oh,” I said. “Oh, wow.”

  He stroked a hand down the length of his erection, which was fucking perfect. Amazing. Not so big I recoiled, not so small I was disappointed. I looked at him then slowly, deliberately, I opened my mouth and pointed inside it without a word.

  Niall burst into laughter. “Wow?”

  I did, too, after a second, but then reached for him, delighted by the way he stuttered into a small groan. “Bring that gorgeous thing over here and let me get a taste.”

  He hesitated then moved a little closer. My hand closed over his. Together, we stroked until he let go. I didn’t stop.

  I brushed my lips over the head as I stroked. I took him in slowly, an inch at a time, then slid out as slowly