So she did.
Tank grinned, shaking his head. “You scared me there for a second,” he said, though she couldn’t understand why.
“What?”
“You passed out, Mouse. Screamed, then went limp.”
The thought of that should have sobered her. It didn’t.
Instead, she laughed harder. “Guess there’s no recovering from that,” she said in gasping breaths, as she continued laughing. “No way I’ll ever look cool now.”
Tank laughed with her, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead. “You’re wrong. Because, despite scaring the shit out of me, that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. And I want to see it again.”
Her body trembled as she fought to get her mirth under control. “I’ve never… That was… Holy shit, Tank.”
He laughed louder, then kissed her hard. “You make me feel so fucking good, Mouse.”
His words were so sincere, she wasn’t sure how to respond. Because she didn’t think he was merely talking about her stroking his ego.
Then, she realized she knew exactly how to reply. “You make me feel good too.”
They stared at each other for a full minute before McKenna became fully aware of her surroundings again. At some point, the power had come back on; the room lit once more not just by the candles, but by the living room lamps.
And Tank was still inside her.
“Did you—” she started, stopping abruptly.
Tank chuckled, reaching down to hold on to the condom as he withdrew. “Yeah. I came so hard I didn’t realize you’d blacked out until I landed. That was when I freaked out a little. Mercifully, you were only out of it for a few seconds.” He rose from the couch. “Kitchen back there?” he asked, pointing.
She nodded, letting him explore on his own. Under ordinary circumstances, she would have offered him a tour, but her bones were still mush, so she couldn’t move if she tried.
He was obviously throwing the condom away, and then she heard the faucet in the sink running. He was only gone a minute or two, but he was still amused when he returned to find her exactly as he’d left her. Any shyness she might have had about being naked in front of him was long gone as she lounged there, not even bothering to pull a blanket over herself.
Tank lifted her feet, resuming his spot on the couch. Reaching for her hands, he pulled her upright, though he’d had to supply most of the strength. He lifted her to his lap, and she curled into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder.
Neither of them sought to fill the quiet with words at first. McKenna didn’t have a clue what he was thinking, but as for her, she was replaying what had just happened because she was determined to commit every single second of that to memory.
“The rain stopped,” she observed after several minutes.
“Mm-hmm.”
They fell silent again, as Tank’s cheek rested against the top of her head, his steady breathing and gentle beating of his heart creating a peace inside her she’d never experienced.
McKenna’s mind rarely shut down, always thinking at a million miles an hour, but right now, it was filled with nothing. No thoughts, worries, plans. Just quiet.
She realized the same must be true for Tank, because she’d never known him to be so still.
She lifted her head. “Okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Then it occurred to her that maybe he was giving her time to get her shit together so he could leave. She’d never done the “just sex” thing, so perhaps she was supposed to give him some signal that it was okay to leave or something.
“I suppose you want to get home now,” she said, wishing her tone sounded as easy and breezy in reality as it had in her head.
Tank frowned. “No. I’m not going home.”
She blinked. “You’re not?”
