Before I can analyze that comment and decide what he meant, he’s out of his truck. He opens the tailgate, and I watch his boys running up to the porch and scratching at the front door.
Then Dalton swings open the passenger door and lifts me out by my hips, cradling me close like I’m precious to him. I put my head on his shoulder and inhale his clean, woodsy, masculine scent.
He carries me up the steps of his porch and strides through the cabin with purpose and determination. Even though I’m slick between my thighs, I’m still so curious about this man and where he lives.
“I want to see your cabin,” I say, my words muffled against a thick wall of flannel and muscle.
“Later,” he growls, his voice so deep I feel the vibration through my body.
He carries me to his room, kicking the door closed behind him so the dogs can’t follow. He sets me on his bed. As soon as he sets me down, I reach to take off my shirt. His gaze is filled with feral hunger when he says, “Stop. Let me.”
He drops to his knees in front of the bed and tugs off my scrubs so gently. He has the same wild fierceness in him that he had back in the workshop, but I see the slight tremor in his hands. I reach for one of his hands and press a small kiss to it.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly.
“It’s not every day a man finds his forever,” he answers. “Feel like I’m holding a whole damn miracle.”
I swallow hard, his words hitting me. No one’s ever made me feel as precious or as seen as this man right here.
“Make love to me,” I say softly.
The earnest look in his eyes tells me everything. “Oh, that’s what I plan to do.” Then he presses his lips to mine.
He cups my head so gently in his big hands, his fingers sinking into my hair and tugging it loose from the ponytail. I match his tongue, stroke for stroke, groaning into his mouth, breathing him in.
I yank on his shirt and we’re a tangle and blur of limbs as he strips off his own clothes and stretches over me. He reaches for a condom from his bedside table, then pauses and stares at me intently, like he wants me to know his next words are very important.
“I only bought this box the day I met you,” he says. “No other woman has ever shared this bed. You’re my first.”
I put my hand on his arm to stop him from putting it on. “I want you bare. I’m on the pill, and I’m healthy.”
“I’m healthy too,” he answers, and grips his cock, giving it a harsh tug. “But are you sure?”
I nod, and then he’s bracing his arms beside my head, staring down at me with a look of awe and wonder as he positions himself at my entrance. He hesitates for so long that I finally ask, “What is it?”
He smiles down at me, the affection making the lines beside his eyes deeper and his beard twitch. “I’m just savoring the first day of forever.”
Then he’s pushing inside of me. He goes slow, giving me a moment to adjust to his girth.
“How does that feel?” he asks as he presses kisses to my face, my cheeks, my lips, my jaw.
“So good,” I murmur and wrap my leg around him to allow him deeper access. He slides in to the hilt, filling me completely.
“You’re mine,” he whispers.
“Yes, I’m yours,” I agree, pretty sure this is just heat of the moment passion.
As he sets a slow, steady rhythm, he says, “No one else can have you. You belong all to me. Every part of you is mine.”
He reaches between us and strokes my clit. Between his dirty words and his frantic pumping, I come quickly, stars exploding behind my eyes. He follows me over the edge, breathing hard and filling me with his thick, hot cum.
When it’s over, he pulls away from me long enough to go to the bathroom and clean up. He returns with a warm washcloth and carefully cleans me. I hate that he’s erasing evidence of what we did together, even though it was the best feeling ever.
After he’s done, I reach for my clothes, not wanting to wear out my welcome. He said the sweetest things. But that could have been the endorphins.
“I should get back,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “I already called in for both of us. I sent a text to Elaine and Lauren. No one will be looking for you the rest of the day.”
