SHE HADN’T BEEN KIDDING.
In less time than he had thought possible, Brendan was naked and on his back in the king-size bed, desperately trying to thrust up into Katie’s wet heat. Condoms had been all well and fine between them, but right now he was deeply grateful for negative test results and IUDs. But every time he tried to grab Katies thighs or snake an arm around her waist for purchase, she pushed his hands away.
“Remember how I let you buy me an engagement ring?” she asked, digging her hands into his shoulders. Her fingertips pinched his skin; he hoped she was going to leave marks.
Brendan could barely remember his own name but made a vague noise of assent anyway. He had no idea how Katie could make words.
“Then let me do this,” Katie breathed. “Let me have some control.” She lean
