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they have actually been tested for disease during the course of the relationship, they are no more
safe than they were when they were still using condoms. What changes in reality? Nothing, except
the skewed perception that now that they know each other, they couldn t possibly have an STD,
whereas previously it was still a possibility. It s an odd alteration based purely on emotion, isn t it?
Very odd. And I don t have anything. I ve been tested.
But it s not like you can carry around a card indicating that you re
He interrupted her. Hey, Engine?
His finger had stilled in her, which she found disappointing. She wiggled a little to provoke a
response from him but he didn t give it. Yes?
Are you giving me permission to be inside you without a condom?
Imogen processed the question and didn t hesitate in her answer. Yes, I am.
He gave a soft, exasperated laugh. Then quit yapping and let me fuck you.
Hey. She reached back and smacked at his leg, which was somehow magically bare. How he d
gotten his own jeans down his thighs was a mystery to her. I don t yap.
Ty yanked off his T-shirt. No, you re right, you don t yap. His finger slipped into her again. You
are the smartest woman I know, with witty and interesting observations on everything around you,
especially people, and I love to hear you talk, to hear your thoughts. Most of the time. Now is not one
of those times, because right now I just want to grit my teeth, let my mind go blank, and sink into the
sensation of your body closing around mine in a hot, wet cocoon.
She swore that with each word he spoke she got wetter and more aroused, until she was thrusting
frantically backward onto his finger and gripping the sleeping bag beneath her by the time he was
done talking. That had sounded hot and excited and almost, kind of, romantic. Like the Ty McCordle
version of Shakespeare. Okay, she said. I m done thinking.
Good. Just feel me.
Then he removed his finger and thrust inside her, sans a condom, and Imogen s head snapped back
at the acute pleasure the impact brought. Oh, God, she said, her muscles trembling around him as
she wondered for a split second if she d actually had a mini-orgasm.
Oh, yeah, he said, hands squeezing her thighs, his penis pulsing inside her as he paused. Thank
you, thank you for letting me go bareback.
Bareback? She gave a soft laugh. I like that expression.
I like this, he said, and started to move, a quick, hard pace that had Imogen holding on to the
sleeping bag so she didn t fall.
She could honestly say that she liked it, too. It was possessive, urgent, the hot friction, the hard slap
of his thighs against her like an invitation to lose herself in sex, to let it take her and sweep her under
until she was screaming with pleasure. The position that had always bored her somehow took on a
totally different meaning, ripped a relentless and uncontrollable response from her, a desperate need
to meet his rhythm, to hold on.
Oh, babe, he said, his voice ragged.
Yeah? Imogen dipped her head and let her hair slide forward over her face.
Yeah.
He thrust so hard she actually lost her balance, then gasped when he quickly pulled out. Oh, where
are you going?
Too close, he said. Lie down on your back.
Already used to his orders, she immediately did it. He always had great ideas, and she trusted this
one would be no different. Once she was on her back, he stripped her jeans and panties all the way
off, then did the same to her shirt. It was warm in the tent, the sun filtering down in the cracks where
the window flaps were, and it felt intimate, cozy, just the two of them out in the middle of nowhere.
Imogen smiled up at him and he paused as he leaned over her. He cupped her cheek, stroking her
skin, and smiled back. Can I kiss you?
Of course you can. You ve done everything else.
He laughed. True enough. But looking down at you, you look so pretty, so perfect, I thought maybe
I shouldn t mess up that smile.
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