His eyes went black. I watched my words sink in and ripple across his features. He picked me up in one move, guiding my legs around his hips. He entered me in one thrust, impaling me to the shower wall.
I cried out, the pleasure white-hot and blinding, dancing the fine line of pain.
He groaned and held himself still for a moment, adjusting us both to the feel of him inside me. I was swollen, and if possible he felt bigger inside me than the last time.
“I can’t . . . not move,” he gasped into the wet snarl of my hair.
“Then move,” I ordered, hands gliding down the slick surface of his back to seize his tight ass.
He unleashed himself. As though he had only been waiting my permission.
He wasn’t easy on me. His hips moved, slamming into me like he was racing toward a destination neither of us had ever visited. A hard thing to believe with his level of experience, but the arms holding me up trembled around me like it was all new and overwhelming for him, too.
My thighs clenched around him as my orgasm came fast and hard. Loud cries exploded from my lips, only proving his earlier statement. I was a screamer.
His fingers dug into my hips and he drove into me several more times and then pulled out of me suddenly, reaching his own orgasm. It was this, the sight of him coming in the shower that obliterated the euphoria of my climax.
I just had unprotected sex.
Chapter 15
I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW myself anymore. I would have kicked any one of my friends’ butts for doing what I just did. I’d even lectured Amber about safe sex when she started getting serious with her boyfriend, considering it my job as her older sister to do that.
And then I went and did this.
At least pregnancy wasn’t a concern. I was on the pill and had been ever since I was seventeen. My mother hadn’t asked if Harris and I were having sex. She would never have had so candid and uncomfortable a conversation as that with me.
She, however, had been that girl who got knocked up at twenty and then suffered the fallout—a broken heart and me—when the relationship didn’t work out. I’m sure she had guessed that my relationship with Harris was escalating. Or she had assumed it would. Without any discussion, she took me to her gynecologist and got me on the pill. I’d been on it ever since. But just because I wouldn’t get pregnant didn’t mean there weren’t other concerns.
Without a word, I quickly rinsed the soap off my body, avoiding Logan’s gaze. Not an easy thing to do in the cramped space of the shower. Especially with his beautiful body drawing my eyes.
“I’m clean,” he announced as I shut off the water and reached for my thick, fluffy robe. I knew exactly what he meant. He wasn’t talking about being shower-fresh. The words sent relief coursing through me, but I quickly shook it off. What did that even mean to him? I eyed him dubiously, suspecting our qualifications didn’t match up. Was I just supposed to trust him?
Stepping out of the shower, I slipped inside my robe. It’s like he could read the thoughts tracking through my mind.
“Georgia.” At the firm sound of my name, I looked up as he stepped out onto the shower rug. Water sluiced down his hard body and my heart stirred at the sight. He really was beautiful. Right or not, I felt possessive of him, my mind struggling to disconnect from him after what we’d just shared.
“I got checked recently. At a clinic,” he said. “I can show you my results.”
I looked away for a moment before looking back at him. Those eyes of his compelled me, drew my gaze again and again.
He continued, “I’ve never done what we just did before, but—”