Just You by Jane Lark Page A

but I didn’t care, there was something sexy about him being dressed and me naked, and I loved the urgency. An ache caught in my belly as he kissed me as if I was the last girl on earth.
    “You got a condom?” His voice was husky and breathless.
    “Yeah in the drawer, there.” I liked it that he hadn’t come prepared. He couldn’t have many one night stands.
    He came back, gripping his pants with one hand, while he tore the condom open with his teeth. His gaze dropped to my parted thighs then lifted to my breasts, as I leaned back. When it rose again, it caught on mine. He smiled. Even his smile sent shivers through me. It was a promise.
    I watched him slide the condom on, anticipation sparking through my nerves.
    Then he looked up, gripped the back of my thighs, pulled them wider, and pressed in. Oh shit.
    He kissed me and it was beautiful. He set a tantalizing rhythm. It felt like being on drugs the way he determinedly distracted my senses. I was high. I slid my hands down his back and pulled his sweatshirt and T-shirt up.
    He answered my silent request, stopped kissing me, and smiled as he lifted his arms and I stripped them off.
    His body was… Wow… Etched in moonlight from the skylight, he was from some mythical world, not brawny, but beautiful–and chiseled out.
    I laid my fingers on his pectoral muscles. They were tight, and the skin over the ridges and hollows of his abdomen was smooth beneath my fingers, as his muscles moved when he pushed into me and pulled out. He was intoxicating.
    His fingers pulled on my thighs urging me to rock against him, as he looked down, watching the moonlight catch the movement between us.
    I was going to die any moment if he continued this.
    Then he looked up, his eyes shining, his gaze reaching into me a moment before he leaned forward and kissed me again. His tongue plunged into my mouth, as he shoved in between my legs.
    That was it. I tumbled, free-falling into an orgasm.
    I couldn’t kiss him back as it spun out into my nerves, unraveling and reaching right down to the soles of my feet, pulsing in my palms too. Frick. That was the best orgasm I’d ever had. The guy knew how to do sex.
    His fingers moved to grip the sensitive skin at the back of my knees as he pulled my legs wider still, and started moving more quickly. I hung on, boneless from my orgasm. Ripples of a new one trembled through my nerves, bubbling up to boiling point.
    I bit my lip and caught his gaze. He stared into my eyes, driving me insane.
    I was hot and sweaty, and… and… “Oh my God, Justin.”
    I came again, and the delicious ache spilled through me, in all directions, liquid gold.
    Then he came too, and there was a growl of breath by my ear as his fingers clasped my knees much tighter and his head pressed against mine. My hands slipped to his slender buttocks. Yep, his ass was great too. The guy was a clear ten, naked.
    He straightened up and withdrew. I smiled; probably a stupid Cheshire cat smile.
    He looked down. “What the fuck. Bullshit. The condom’s split.”
    “OMG.” I turned and grabbed a tissue off the counter. “Use that. I’ll get a morning after pill tomorrow.”
    He slipped the wreckage off and walked over to the bin, holding his pants up with his other hand.
    “Sorry,” I said, quietly, “It was old… and… regular-sized…”
    He glanced over his shoulder as he flipped the bin open with his foot, and gave me a quick smile. “I’ll take that as compliment.”
    “The size thing was meant as one.”
    He laughed.
    I smiled.
    Once he’d dumped the condom, he turned, his hand still gripping his pants. “Are you worried? I know I’m clean, you don’t need to panic. I haven’t got anything. I got tested after I found out the last girl I went with slept around a lot. I’ve been off it for weeks since that.”
    My smile twisted. “I’ve been off it for a year…”
    His eyebrows lifted. “A year?”
    “Since I came to New York.”
    “No way. I thought you had