He was warm beneath the blankets, pressed up against the sweet woman still in his bed. Honestly, he had expected to wake up alone. But he wasn’t. Katie was sleeping beside him. He was spooned up to her back, his erection pressing against her, eager to find its way into the warmth he remembered from the night before. She must’ve felt it, too, because she moved, sliding her smooth backside against him, making him moan. Without thinking, Dalton lifted her leg and eased between her thighs, pressing against her entrance and slowly sliding inside. Her soft moan had his breath hitching. God, she felt good. And yes, he knew what was missing. There was no latex barrier separating them. Just skin to skin. Her soft heat enveloped him, her pussy tightening around him as he pulled her against him, pushing his hips forward slightly until he was buried to the hilt. “Katie.” God, she felt so damn good. Too good. He knew he should’ve pulled out, shouldn’t have started something that he couldn’t finish, but heaven help him, he didn’t want to.
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