He pushed up on his arms as if he wanted to get up. I squeezed his ass. “Don’t.” He frowned down at me. “Our chances are higher if you stay in me for a few more minutes.” My cheeks heated, not just because of the words I’d said but also because it wasn’t the only reason I didn’t want him to pull out yet. My body clung to him, and I simply didn’t want to lose the feeling of our intimate connection. I wanted to enjoy it a little longer. Who knew if I’d ever feel it again?
