Chapter 36

Better her feelings wounded than permanent physical harm—or worse.

Would it really be a risk? Kimber was so much stronger than Heather…

“Deke, honey, don’t try so hard to protect me. I’m a big girl, and I know what I want. That’s you.” She squeezed his hand. “Just give me you.” She might think that, but she didn’t know. Damn it, he shouldn’t give in.

Still, he dropped to his knees between her spread legs. Frantically, he searched his pockets, his wallet, praying… Yes! A condom. One. Lubricated. Letting out a ragged breath, he dropped it on the table beside them.

“You are prepared.” She smiled. “Thank God.” He gave her a shaky nod, then tore at his shirt.

Her fingers wandered in hungry strokes across his abdomen. Tingles, huge jets of them, jolted his gut, his spine, his cock. He groaned, his erection now so damn hard it could drill holes in metal. Could he actually get any blood to his brain? Felt like it had all rushed south.

A tug on his zipper