“Brilliant, Emma.” Dan wiped the back of his hand over his lips after he collapsed on the mattress next to me. His chest was heaving, and he was wearing a huge grin when he turned to face me. “How do you feel?”
“I’m not even sure how to answer that.” A breathless laugh shook my body, making all the muscles between my thighs clench. “Did I, um…”
“Yes, you did.” He dragged a fingertip between my breasts and down my belly, making me giggle again. “More than once.”
“I have never done that before.” I turned my body to face his and tucked my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Really?” He gave me a skeptical look. “Your ex has never made you come?”
“He has—I mean, it definitely didn’t happen every time, but there’s never been… physical evidence.”
“Hmm.” Dan rolled over on his back and laced his fingers behind his head, wearing a satisfied smirk.
“You seem awfully proud of yourself.” I slapped him on the chest and rolled over onto my belly.
“I am,” he said and pressed a kiss to my shoulder before dragging his fingertips up and down my spine. I laughed and hit him in the chest again. “Why am I the only one naked?”
“That’s an easy fix, love.” Dan sat up and pulled his undershirt over his head. The years of farmwork were etched into every sinew and muscle of Dan’s chest and arms as I watched the cotton fabric of his shirt slide over his abs and pecs. I was desperate to run my fingers over the dark hair dusting the center of his chest. In the next few moments, he’d kicked out of his pants and boxers before pulling me into his arms and pressing our lips together. He rolled me onto my back and slid his knee between my thighs, separating them, while never breaking the seal of our lips.
“What is that?” I said with a smirk, referring to the rod of velvety steel Dan had nestled between my thighs.
“Definitely not a steel door this time.” He grinned and kissed me again. “Please tell me you want this, Emma, because I really, really want this.”
“I can tell,” I whispered and kissed him again. “I do. I want this.” I planted a kiss on his lips. “I really”—kiss—“really”—another kiss—“really want this.”
“Good.” His face split into a giant grin and he leaned down to kiss me.
“Do you have protection?” I asked.
“Shit.” Dan pushed himself off me like he’d been electrocuted. “I haven’t so much as thought about being with another woman in over two years, so I don’t. Do you?”
“No.” I sighed.
“Shit.” Dan sat up. “So we should probably stop.”
“Yeah.” I tucked my lower lip between my teeth and pulled the sheet up to cover myself. “Sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He covered himself with the sheet and pulled me into his arms again. He pressed his lips onto my shoulder before relaxing into the pillow.
“Do you want to spend the night?”
“Depends.” He dragged his fingertips up and down my arm. “Do you snore?”
“No, I don’t snore.” I laughed and snaked my arm around his waist. “I might drool on you, though.”
“Yeah, okay. I’m leaving.” He made no move to leave the bed.
“Were you always this goofy?”
“Goofy?” he asked with a scandalized tone. “If you’re asking if I’ve always been as hilarious as I am handsome, then the answer is yes.”
“You seem so different than when I first met you.”
“I could say the same about you, Ms. Walters.” He brushed my cheek with the back of his fingertips. “You’d be surprised at the things you find out about people when you let them in.”
“Well.” I sighed. “I’m not really the letting-people-in type.”
“What?” Dan scoffed. “You? I don’t believe it.”
