“I mean, no. I’m not having anything between us.” He thrusts his hips forward farther and takes my argument right from my throat. The slight burn that mingles with the intense pleasure makes it hard to breathe, let alone argue about contraception. “I know that you’re clean and on the pill. I was tested the day we met because I would never risk your health.” My mouth drops open again. “How do you know I’m on the pill?”
