Chapter 20

Tru had other ideas, apparently.

He ripped his mouth from mine to suck in a huge breath, which made his body arch and rub in all the best ways. His fingers dug into my back so hard I thought I might end up bruised, but I didn’t care. He could leave whatever marks on me he wanted. I’d never been with someone quite like him, in or out of bed, and I couldn’t stop the overwhelming feeling that everything about us was right.

“Wyatt,” he groaned, pressing up so his body shifted and ass lifted. “You gonna fuck me?”

I wanted that more than I wanted my next breath. But a sudden realization had me groaning, and not in a sexy way. I pulled far enough back to look him in the eye so he could see how sorry I was.

“So, here’s the bad news. I don’t have any condoms.”

He clucked his tongue, but his eyes were laughing. “That’s not very good planning on your part.”

I chuckled and feigned indignation. “I didn’t plan anything!”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Obviously.”