CHAPTER 22

“Condom,” he murmured.

“Pill,” I murmured back, pulling him toward me.

I unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down his thighs with my toes, and he lied on top of me. His body was hard and hot, heat spreading across my skin where his chest connected with mine. My hands trailed across his back, feeling his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips when he chucked his boxers to the side.

He picked my legs up and pushed them open, the end of his cock resting against my opening. He pushed into me, and it hurt, it stung, but that was good and it was bad. I held him tighter, fighting the clenching of my muscles as he thrusted.

Fast and furious, driven by our anger and frustration. From our kiss to our touch to his movements inside me, it was unrelenting. It was painful and soothing, chilling and thrilling. It’ was a dream and memory mixed into the past catching up with the present.

It hit me like an explosion, and I cried into his mouth as the pleasure pulsated through my body. He tugged my hair,