“I thought I felt something run across my boot,” I lie as I reach for him, ignoring the nervous racing of my heart. “A mouse or something. Let’s stay on the bed.”
He climbs up beside me and I lean in, pressing a kiss to his lips before I whisper, “I want to kiss you while you’re inside me.”
“God, Sam,” he murmurs against my lips. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
“Don’t wait.” I reach for his belt, tugging it free as he kisses me hard and deep. I taste myself on his lips as our tongues spar, reminding me that this is what Danny does to me. He turns me on and drives me crazy. There is no reason to be afraid, no room for panic in the room when we’re skin to skin.
Gradually, the moment of terror fades away, replaced by hunger for the man I love. For his touch, his lips, his taste filling up my mouth, banishing the bitterness lingering on my tongue.
By the time Danny finds the zipper at the back of my dress and drags it down, my heart is racing for the right reasons again, and when he rolls on top of me, his erection hot and heavy against my thigh, I arch into him, grinding against his cock as he pulls my nipple into his mouth.
“Please,” I beg, lifting into him with long, sensuous thrusts, mimicking the way I want him to take me. “I’m ready, babe.”
Danny pulls away from my breast as he brings his finger back between my legs, driving into me hard and deep, making me cry out. “God…you’re so wet, Sam. It’s killing me not to fuck you right now. I want you so much.”
“Then take me,” I say, voice strained. “Please.”
“I have a question first,” he says, flicking his tongue across my erect nipple, making me moan as another wave of desire flows from my nipple to fist around my womb. “Do you wish we’d taken a break to see other people, the way your mom kept saying we should back in high school?”
“No,” I say, squirming as he captures my other nipple between his finger and thumb and begins to roll it in mind-muddying circles. “Oh God, Danny, please, I need you.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, continuing his erotic torture. “You don’t wish you’d been with someone else? Just to know what it was like?”
I suck in a breath as I capture his face in my hands urging him to look at me until he finally abandons my nipple and meets my gaze. “Why?” I ask, pulse racing as I imagine what might have spurred this question. “Were you…with someone else?”
“Hell, no,” he says with a passion that crushes my fear. “You’re the only one I want.”
“And you’re the only one I want,” I say, breath rushing out with relief. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to be with like this. I can’t imagine anything better than the way you make me feel.”
My tongue slips out to dampen my lips as tears fill my eyes. “You’re the only person I want to make love to for the rest of my life. Don’t you know that?”
“I do,” he says, gaze softening, until he’s looking at me the same way he looked at me the first time we were together, like something so beautiful he can barely believe I’m real. “I just don’t understand what’s been going on. I feel like you’ve been pushing me away for months.”
“I’m not pushing you away now,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist, making him groan as his cock comes in contact with where I’m so hot and wet. “Let’s forget the past five months. Let’s be you and me again, okay? Please, Danny,” I beg, fighting tears. “Let’s just be you and me.”
“Always.” He threads his fingers into my hair, lifting my head off the pillow as he kisses me with enough passion to make that one word a promise as sacred as any wedding vow.
Moments later, he’s pushing inside me with one long, slow, soulful stroke, his thickness spearing through my aroused flesh, stretching me wide, filling every inch, sending a wave of relief coursing through me as he comes to a stop and holds still deep inside.
It feels so good, so right.
I can’t believe I went without him for so long. I can’t believe I was afraid.
There is nothing in making love to Danny to remind me of dark things. There is only light and love and pleasure so sharp and sweet I’m halfway there by the time he thrusts into me a second time, grinding his pelvis into the bundle of nerves at the top of me. I could come in a heartbeat, but instead I suck in a deep breath and fight the pleasure building inside. I don’t want to go just yet, I want this to last. I want to remember every moment, imprint it on my brain for times when I’m stupid enough to forget how amazing Danny and I are together.
“God, Sam, you’re so perfect,” Danny says, lifting up on his arms as he strokes deeper, giving me a clear view of his stunning chest and the way his abdominal muscles ripple as he thrusts inside me. “You feel so fucking good. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Yes, yes,” I chant in agreement, digging my fingernails into the thick muscles of his ass, pulling him closer with every thrust, feeling like I’ll never get close enough. “Don’t ever leave, babe. Don’t ever leave.”
“Never,” he promises as his thrusts grow faster until he’s riding me hard and we’re both moaning low in our throats each time we come together.
I cling to him, fighting to hold back as ecstasy crests inside me, but this time there’s no keeping it at bay. I come with a blissed-out cry, eyes squeezing shut and stars dancing in the blackness behind my lids.
Moments later Danny joins me, hips jerking one last time before I feel his cock begin to pulse. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him tight, relishing the heavy weight of him as he relaxes on top of me, catching his breath.
“Love you,” I whisper into his ear before I press a soft kiss to his earlobe.
“Love you,” he whispers back, kissing my cheek. “So much. Sorry I was crazy.”
“You’re not crazy.” I hug him tighter. “I know things have been weird, but they’re going to be better. I promise. I’ve made the decision about school, we’re staying here, and…I don’t know. I feel like I can finally relax and let life be good again.”
He props up on his forearms and brushes my hair from my forehead. “I wish you’d told me things were so bad. I would have come and kidnapped you months ago.”
I smile. “That would have been nice. Then we could have done this sooner.”
I sigh as I tighten my legs around his waist, wanting to keep his softening erection inside me for as long as possible, blinking in surprise as I feel him twitch inside me. “Surely not even you can be ready again this fast?”
“I’ve been making do with nothing but my own hand for five months,” he says with a wicked grin as he slides out of me and glides back in again, making me moan. “I’m going to be hard all night.”
“And I may not be able to walk in the morning,” I say, with a matching grin. “But I don’t care.”
The rest of the night is so good that by the time I go to sleep I’m high on sex, love, Danny and the certainty that together we’re stronger than any of the ghosts in my past.