“I’m sure. I’m on birth control. And I trust you. You can trust me. I’m with you and only you.”
His nostrils flared. I realized he would be the first man I ever had sex with without a condom. But I knew he was the right one.
He tossed the condom over his shoulder and flashed what could only be classified as a predatory grin. “I hope you’re hydrated because we are going to have a very, very long night.”
I shivered at his words, anticipation coiling low in my belly. He dropped onto the bed, covering my body that was already covered in a sheen of perspiration. He positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine, and I felt the blunt pressure of him seeking entry.
“I love you,” he whispered, and pushed inside.
The sensation of him without any barrier between us was overwhelming. I felt every inch and every glorious ridge. My back arched off the bed as I gasped his name.
“Oh god, Ina.” His voice was strained, his arms trembling as he held himself still, giving me time to adjust. “You feel incredible.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. “Move for me. Please.”
He did, setting a slow, languid pace that had me clinging to his shoulders. It was deliberate. Intimate. Every thrust was a promise, every kiss a declaration.
Tears prickled at my eyes because it was too much. The physical pleasure combined with the emotional weight of what we were doing was soul deep.
“Look at me,” Dane commanded softly.
I opened my eyes and found him watching me with an intensity that stole my breath. His eyes were dark with desire,but there was something else there too. Something vulnerable and raw.
“I see you,” he said, his hips rolling and making me gasp. “All of you. And I love every single part.”
He kissed me, swallowing the sound, his pace quickening. Tension built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.
His hand slipped between our bodies, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and circling with just the right pressure. I shattered around him, crying out his name as pleasure crashed through me in waves.
He followed seconds later, burying himself deep as he came. I felt the warmth of him inside me and it made me feel claimed in a way.
We stayed like that for a while, both of us breathing hard, our bodies still joined. He pressed kisses to my forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips.
“I love you,” he murmured between kisses. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
I laughed, the sound watery. “I love you too.”
He finally pulled out, and we both made a small sound of loss at the separation. He gathered me against his chest, pulling the blankets over us.
Twenty minutes later, I realized I was not properly fed or hydrated. “Food,” I said. “Come on. I need food.”
He chuckled and rolled out of bed. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around my naked body while he jerked the sheet from my bed and wrapped it around his. No need for clothes when we were just going to be naked again.
Hours later, I was curled up on the couch with Dane, both of us still naked and sharing a single blanket when I heard the jingle of keys.
“Oh no,” I whispered. “Abby’s home.”
The door swung open and Abby walked in. Her eyes landed on us. “Oh, come on.”
I clutched the blanket tighter around myself. “Abby, I thought you’d be later.”
“Are you two naked?” she shrieked, immediately covering her eyes with her hand. “On the couch? The couch where I sit?”
“We have blankets,” Dane offered helpfully.
“That doesn’t make it better!” But I could hear the smile in her voice even as she kept her hand firmly over her eyes. “You know what? I’m giving you a month.”
“A month for what?” I asked.
