"You are." Deke gently worshipped her mouth. "You are."
"Feel like demonstrating that?" She lifted her hips to him in blatant invitation.
"God, yes."
Kimber nipped at his shoulder, kissed her way up his neck.
"I'm still on the pill, but if you'd rather…condoms are in the nightstand." They were really going to do this, just the two of them. He hesitated, fearing the nasty sideswipe of panic. But it didn't come. "Whatever happens we'll handle it together, right?"
"Yes."
The reassurance in her voice went straight to his chest, where he felt all damn mushy. The rest of him…taut, tense, every bit rigid. Everything from his shoulders to his toes was juiced with adrenaline. Nerves. Anticipation. He'd never needed and feared something so much at once.
"For three days, I've been thinking about nothing except how you'd feel inside me."
