Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

I just gave in. There was no other way.

His hands dropped from my breasts to my waist, his fingers teasing the lace of my underwear. “Now, where were we?”

I gasped as he hooked his fingers into the lace, tugging ever so slightly. Then he stopped—an excruciating look on his face.

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. “What? What is it?”

He scrubbed his face. “Please, for all the love of Chiweenies in the world, please tell me you have a condom.”

Oh, crap.

“Goddammit.” His face mimicked mine with horror. “You don’t.”

“Don’t you?” I sat up on my elbows. Cursing my lack of foresight and the fact I had an incredible man naked and poised between my thighs.

He looked at his jeans on the floor where his wallet stuck out from the back pocket. “It’s…eh, been a while. I stopped carrying one around when no one in this tiny town interested me.”

“I suppose I should be flattered that you’ve decided to break your drought with me.”

He grinned, doing his best to rid the serious sexual tension we’d just created. “Especially with my cousin.”

We both laughed.

He exhaled heavily, crushing me into the couch as he collapsed on top of me.

The feel of his hot skin and the prod of his hard cock against the tiny scrap of lace preventing us from doing anything other than snuggling made me want to scream. My nerve endings turned themselves inside out. I’d never been so wet—I could feel a damp patch beneath me on the couch and I wasn’t even embarrassed about it because he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

“This whole evening has been a disaster,” he muttered. “I should’ve thought ahead, taken you to a sexy dinner—even though you told me not to—and bought a thousand condoms.”

“Whoa? A thousand?” My fingers found their way into his hair. “Easy tiger.”

He nuzzled my neck. “Fuck, I want you.”

My tummy flipped. “And I want you.”

He kissed his way along my jaw. “Don’t suppose you have any other form of protection?”

I sucked in a breath as he captured my mouth and kissed me slowly, sweetly but tainted with explosive lust we’d only just given into. “You mean like douching with bleach and a rusty coat hanger?”

His eyes flared. “Holy shit, which university did you go to? Is that what you do to poor animals?” He ran his hand down my chest to cup my breast. “I might have to rethink bringing my rescue pups to you, you monster.”

His attempt at humour didn’t calm me. I was still so freaking turned on, I was contemplating telling him just to stick it in me.

Not romantic, but holy hell I needed him to stick it in me.

Lots and lots of times.

“If I was on the pill and we had the unsightly conversation of where you’ve been and where I’ve been since we lost our V-cards, then we could say screw the condom.”

His eyes lit up. “I promise I'm clean. I got an A plus in my last test.”

Dashing his hope, I sighed, “I’m in the clear too, but it’s been a while for me as well. And I’m not on the pill.”

“So we can’t—”

“We can’t.” I shook my head. “Not even one little thrust.”

He groaned dramatically. “Oh God, just the thought of thrusting inside you makes me want to come.”