“I love that,” she moaned. “I want you inside me.”

“Wanna fuck you, baby.” He pushed deeper, a fraction of an inch at a time, agonizingly slow, tortuously sweet. He stretched her, filled her, hurt her with a delicious pain, and she widened her thighs and lifted her knees to take him deeper.

“You’re so small,” he muttered against her neck. “So tight. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me. Please.”

He went very still above her, half buried inside her. Her heart thudded, her pussy clenched and Jason groaned again. “Fuck, baby. Oh fuck. I can’t hold back.”

“Wait!”

He went motionless, gasping for breath. “What!”

“Condom.”

He took a breath, then another, and then rolled off her onto his back. He covered his face with one hand. “Goddammit.”

“You have to use one.”

She rolled toward him and put a hand on his chest. Jesus, she was probably crazy to be doing this, having sex with a virtual stranger, but not using a condom was out of the question. She might be a tiny bit drunk and a whole lot in lust, but common sense tapped its way through to her consciousness.

“I don’t have one.”

Now she flopped onto her back beside him.

“You don’t have a condom?” She couldn’t believe that! A good-looking guy like him, newly single, didn’t have a condom?

“I didn’t plan on something like this,” he said defensively, his hand still on his face. “Don’t you have one?”

“No.” That was almost laughable. When would she ever have sex?

She was on the Pill, so she wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, so maybe…no. “No glove, no love,” she said. Then an idea popped into her head. “Hold on.” She rolled off the bed and scurried out of her bedroom, down the hall to Jasmine’s room. She’d packed everything she owned today, but maybe…just maybe… She hurried into Jasmine’s bathroom and flung open the medicine cabinet. Empty. Yanked open a drawer. A box of tampons, a stick of deodorant, a tube of lip balm…Remi dug through the contents of the drawer. A shower cap. She frowned at that and tossed it aside. And…yes! Condoms! She held up the packets triumphantly, slammed the drawer shut and ran back to her bedroom.

She held them up between two fingers as she approached the bed and Jason raised his head. “Thank Christ,” he muttered. “I did not want to drive to the nearest Walgreens.”

She laughed and tossed the packets on the bed and he reached for one, ripped it open and rolled the condom onto his penis with proficient expertise.

Then he grabbed her and rolled her under him and she laughed breathlessly.

“Okay, where were we?” he murmured, kissing her mouth.

“You were about to hurt me.”

He groaned. “Oh, yeah.” And he thrust hard. She cried out, digging her fingers into his shoulders, arching her back, her head going back. He pressed kisses to the side of her neck and drove into her, his cock hitting her cervix and making her senses leap. Pleasure-pain streaked through her, flames and chills, sizzling and shivering.

She met his every thrust, loving the heavy weight of him on her, the thick fullness of him inside her, the deepest penetration. “Jason, oh Jason. God.”

She lifted her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder and he jerked hard. “Christ, Remi.” His cock twitched inside her.

And he pulled out.

“What!” She curled up, gazed up at him, at his chest heaving, face gleaming with sweat, eyes dark.

“You have to come first.”

“Oh.” She let out her breath on a whoosh. “Oh.”

He covered her pussy with his hand, cupping her, and she felt herself pulse against him. Then he stroked with his fingertips, parted her folds and found her clit. She jumped as he touched the sensitive nerve endings, fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes. He stroked and rubbed, slicking up more wetness, and she quivered and strained against his touch. “Yes.” She tried to breathe. “Yes.” The faint buzzing started, the very beginning of an orgasm, spreading from his fingers down her thighs, deep inside her, building, twisting, coiling tighter, hotter, higher. More. She needed more. She needed that deeper touch, that driving pressure.

“Inside me,” she whispered, reaching for his hips. She dug her fingers into the sides of his buttocks, hard and muscular, pulling him to her. Again he thrust into her and this time the penetration combined with his fingers on her clit sent her spiraling out of control, over the edge, flying.

She grabbed his ass and cried out and he held himself still against her. She felt him inside her, felt the spasms of his cock as he poured himself into her. He came inside her in long, hard spurts, holding his weight off her body, his face buried in the side of her neck.

She pulsed around him in tiny convulsions of pleasure. “Oh dear god,” she said, holding him tight. She’d just had the best sex of her life with a man she barely knew. Boring? Practical? Predictable? Ha! She’d just entered a new world, one where she was wild! Wicked. Wanton. Free.

Jason might have dozed off. He felt like he was floating, aware of his hand on the sweet curve of Remi’s backside, warm and firm, his other hand tangled in her hair. The softness of her bed cushioned his body and the scent of Remi and her sheets mingled with the warm scent of sex. He drifted on a haze of sensual pleasure. Wow.

Who would`ve thought the little blond pixie would be such a tigress in bed? She was little but strong, her appetite for sex matching his, head-on, full-frontal, burn the sheets up.

Christ, she was hot.

He hardened against her and she shifted and murmured drowsily.

He rolled her to her back and kissed her, softly at first, then hotter, harder, as she began to respond, fingers digging into his shoulders. Their tongues licked, mouths kissed and sucked and slid.

“Baby, you are so hot,” he whispered, his mouth sliding over her cheek and jaw. “So fucking hot.”

“Mmmmm.” She tipped her head back so he could kiss her neck and he tasted her with his tongue, so sweet, sucked her flesh gently into his mouth, then licked again. She shivered in his arms. “So are you.”

“Hot for you.”

She smiled then, opening her eyes. “Oh please.”

“What?” He frowned at her.

“You can do better than that.”

She was teasing him, the little witch, eyes sparkling, mouth curved appealingly. He shook his head. “Okay.” He nuzzled between her breasts. “Your breasts are perfection. I love your nipples, how little and sharp they are, how sensitive…” He nipped at one with his lips and she gasped. “How pretty.”

“Oh.” Her eyes drifted closed and he sucked on the other nipple.

“You make my balls feel like they’re going to explode. My cock is so hard I could take a slap shot with it.”

She giggled. “I can’t quite picture that. You’re big, but not that big.”

He laughed too, then rolled to his back, taking her with him, and laid a small smack onto her pretty ass.

Her head jerked up. “Hey!”

“You deserve a spanking,” he said, giving her another tap on the butt. “For making fun of me. I was trying to be sincere.”

She moaned. Whoa. Kinda sounded as if she liked those little love taps.

Her body stretched out over his felt so good, soft and warm and silky, and she rolled her hips against him. She was turned-on. His dick surged. This was gonna be fun.

He lifted her easily by her hips, holding her above him until she was positioned over his cock, which sought out her pussy like a divining rod, quivering and throbbing. Then he lowered her onto him, slowly, again cautious of how big he was and how small she was and how this position would make her take him even deeper.

Eyes closed, she moaned and whimpered as he filled her. Hot, wet velvet closed around him, so goddamn sweet he almost couldn’t bear it, the look on her face pure ecstasy, her hands coming up to cup her own breasts and squeeze. Ah, hell.