It took several moments, but Eagle finally let out a huge breath, as if he’d been holding it in. Taylor collapsed onto him as if she were boneless. She could feel his chest moving up and down with each labored breath, and his heart was beating fast under her cheek.
“Holy crap,” she whispered.
Eagle chuckled. She felt a hand run over her hair. “You killed me,” he joked.
Taylor lifted her head. “I thought you said I could be in charge?”
He smiled sheepishly. “I’d planned on it, but I couldn’t stand the idea of you feeling uncertain. And once I felt you come on my dick, I couldn’t hold back. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she told him immediately, putting her cheek back on his chest. “That was amazing. I’ve never . . .” Her voice trailed off.
“Never what?” he asked gently.
Deciding she wanted to be as honest with him as she could be, she said, “Never come during actual sex before.”
“Really?” he asked.
Taylor nodded.
“Well, that sucks. But I promise that I’ll do whatever I can to make you come both before and during, and maybe even after sex from here on out.”
“After?” she asked drowsily.
“Yeah, who says fun times have to end once we make love?” he asked.
“Well, no one, I guess. I’ve just never had a guy who was interested in doing anything but sleeping after he comes.”
“Please, don’t talk about any other men in your bed while you’re lying naked and satisfied in my arms,” Eagle pleaded.
Taylor nodded. “Sorry. But you asked, I answered.”
“True. Anyway, there might be times after I come that I’m enjoying myself too much to end things. I might eat you out again, or maybe I’ll use a vibrator on you. Seeing you come is damn sexy, Taylor, and I think I might get addicted.”
Taylor blushed. She felt his dick twitch inside her and realized he hadn’t pulled out. She lifted her head and said, “Um . . . you’re still inside me.”
“I am,” he agreed. “And it feels fucking fantastic.”
“How is that possible?” she asked.
He grinned. “You may have noticed that I’m quite long.”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes and ask him if he’d measured his dick when he was a teenager and bragged about his length, she simply nodded.
“As long as neither of us moves, I can stay inside you all night, even soft,” he informed her.
Taylor’s eyes widened.
“Not lying,” Eagle told her. “But unfortunately, I need to take care of the condom.”
She frowned.
“I know. I don’t want to move either. There’s nothing I want more than to fall asleep inside you and wake up the same way.”
She wanted that too.
“Shit, I felt your inner muscles clench. You like that thought, don’t you?”
It would be silly to lie. Taylor nodded.
“Then that’s what you’ll get. After I get tested and prove that you can trust me. You’ll need to go on birth control if you don’t want to get pregnant. I have a feeling once I have you bare, I’m not going to want to go back to using condoms.” Then he slowly moved her off his chest to his right, and they both groaned when he finally slipped out of her body.
“I’ll be right back,” Eagle said, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. “Don’t move.”
As if she could. Taylor remained on her back and watched as Eagle strode confidently toward the adjoining bathroom. She heard the water running, and soon, he was coming back toward her. He was still naked, and still as beautiful as he’d been the first time she’d seen him on her bed.
But the white bandage on his upper arm was a stark reminder of how close she’d come to losing him.
He turned off the bedroom light on his way back to bed, and when he climbed under the sheet, Taylor immediately turned toward him.
“I forgot about your arm. Did we hurt it?”
“No,” he said easily.
“Are you lying to me?” she asked skeptically.
Eagle chuckled. “No. I promise the only thing I was thinking about was how you felt on top of me, around me, over me.”
Surprisingly, Taylor didn’t feel all that tired. A second ago, she’d been ready to crash, but now that she was lying with her head on Eagle’s shoulder, in her bed, something she’d never thought could ever happen, she wanted to stay awake and soak it all in.
“Your mission was successful?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“And the others are okay? They weren’t hurt?”
“No, they’re all good. Thank you for texting me while I was gone,” Eagle told her. “I can’t tell you what it meant to turn on my phone and see that you were thinking about me.”
“I was. It was weird not to talk to you every day,” Taylor admitted. “I’ve gotten really used to it over the last couple months.”
“Me too,” Eagle agreed. “There were so many times I wanted to reach for the phone, only to remember that I couldn’t. Tell me about the creepy guy at the dementia care center?”
Taylor sighed. She shouldn’t have told him about the guy in her texts. She didn’t really want to talk about him. Not when she and Eagle were naked in her bed. But she did anyway. “He didn’t really do anything. He was just talking, but I got a weird vibe from him. And after he said my name, when I hadn’t told him what it was, I was done.”
“You didn’t tell me that part. He knew your name?” Eagle asked.
Taylor could hear the concern in his tone, and it actually reassured her that she hadn’t overreacted with her uneasiness. Eagle could’ve immediately dismissed it, but he didn’t. “Yeah. I mean, one of the employees might’ve told him what it was when he checked in, or one of the residents might’ve said something, but it just struck me as weird.”
“It is weird,” Eagle agreed. “And the employees have no right to be blabbing about you to other people.”
“It happens,” Taylor said, not sure why she was trying to convince Eagle that the guy knowing her name wasn’t a big deal when, deep down, she thought it was. “Anyway, I left right after that, and didn’t go back this week. I thought maybe . . . maybe you’d go with me this coming weekend?”
“Of course I will,” Eagle said immediately.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that. You know I’ve wanted to go with you for a while now. I was waiting for you to let me in, to trust me enough to let me go with you.”
“Well, I certainly ‘let you in’ tonight,” Taylor joked.
He snorted. “You know what I mean.”
“I do,” she said seriously. “I don’t know why I was reluctant before. I guess it’s just because dementia cuts a little too close to home for me. I know what they’re feeling. They can’t express their thoughts in words, not really, but I know. And it scares the hell out of me. And a lot of the residents don’t have families who visit them very often. They’re alone, like I am.”
Eagle tightened his arm around her. “You aren’t alone anymore,” he told her sternly.