The dirty talk makes me clench. "Yes. Please."

He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It should be weird but it's not—it's hot, filthy in the best way.

"Let me get a condom," he says, pulling back.

"I'm on the pill," I say quickly. "And I'm clean. I got tested after my last... I haven't been with anyone in months."

He goes very still. "Are you sure?"

"Are you clean?"

"Yes. I got tested after my divorce was finalized. Haven't been with anyone since."

"Then I'm sure," I say. "I want to feel you. Just you. No barriers."

He closes his eyes, jaw clenching. "You're going...