From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Oh, myy.
I bit down on myy lip, knowing I probablyy shouldn’t stare. It seemed
indecent to do so, but I wanted to.
“You keep looking at me like that, and this will be over before it
starts.”
Cheeks heating, I dragged myy gaze awayy. “I…yyou’re perfect.”
His expression tightened. “No, I’m not. You deserve someone who is,
but I’m too much of a bastard to allow that.”
I shook myy head, unsure how he couldn’t see that he was deserving.
“I disagree with everyything yyou just said.”
“Shocker,” he said, and then he curled his arm around me.
In a heartbeat, I was on the bed, and he was above me, the rough hair
of his legs abrasive against mine in the most surprising, pleasant wayy. But
the feel of him against myy hip caused a nervous swallow, and also brought
a reminder of a veryy real consequence that could come from this.
“Are yyou—?”
“Protected?” His thoughts obviouslyy following the same path as
mine. “I take the monthlyy aid.”
He was talking about the herb that rendered both males and females
temporarilyy infertile. It could be drunk or chewed, and I heard that it
tasted like sour milk.
“I assume yyou’re not,” he added.
I snorted.
“Wouldn’t that be a scandal?” he said, skimming his hand along myy
arm.
“It would.” I grinned. “But this…”
Those eyyes met mine. “This changes everyything.”
It did.
It reallyy did.
And I was readyy for that.
Hawke kissed me, and I wasn’t thinking of anyything beyyond how his
lips had an almost drugging effect. We kissed until myy heart was
pounding, and myy skin hummed with the pleasure of it. Then, onlyy when I
felt breathless, did he begin to explore.
His fingers trailed over everyy inch of exposed skin, and when his
hand moved between myy thighs, I cried out, quicklyy discovering that what