“Only the beginning,” I repeated as I sat up in bed.

I wasn’t sure how it was possible for me to move, considering he had just turned my insides into Jell-O a couple of minutes before, but there I was moving to the edge, reaching for him, and this time he let me.

His thick cock stood prominently between his legs. Curved and elegant with predominant veins. It was a thing of beauty. Elegant, I thought to myself again. Who would have thought the word could describe a dick?

Then again, Gabe Blanco wasn’t just any guy.

He was a man.

My man, a soft voice whispered in the back of my head. With that thought driving through me, I reached out and stroked him.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Each stroke shot a thrill up my spine. Root to base, very aware of the fact my hand couldn’t close around him.

“It’ll fit,” he roughly grunted. My eyes snapped to meet his. It was like he could hear my thoughts.

“You’re big.” I observed him, unable to take my eyes away from him. I wasn’t trying to stroke his ego. It was just fact. He’s going to ruin me.

“And you’re tight,” he gritted through his teeth as I stroked him.

His eyes closed, his muscles over his beautiful tan skin tensed, and I shamelessly watched. He reminded me of a caged animal, ready to escape and pounce. A beast lying beneath the surface ready to rear his beautiful face.

“We’ll fit.” My voice sounded too soft, too needy, but that’s where I was. Mere minutes after he’d given me the best orgasm of my life, I was thirsty for more.

“We were made for each other,” he rumbled lowly against my lips. His scent making me hazy. “Of course we will.”

“Fuck me,” I almost begged in a whisper. His words were too sweet. Too real. I feel it too. I wanted to admit. God, how the hell had I fallen in love in a night? Kissing Gabe did that though.

“No, my beautiful flower.” He shook his head as we backed up further onto my bed, and never had I been happier about splurging on a California King. “Every time I touch you. Every time you let me have you, it’s never going to be fucking. It’s me making love to you.”

“That’s a little—" He didn’t let me say another word. He didn’t let me become a liar by denying what he was saying. Not when his lips dragged against mine and closed over, blanking my mind of everything but him and me.

He kissed me slowly. With purpose. His tongue swiped into my mouth. His weight lightly hovered over my body as every nerve ending seemed to be lit up in attention. I was hyper-aware of his body. His very naked hard body above my own nudity.

“I’m not the kind of man to bullshit,” he whispered before taking my lips again. His thighs made space between mine, his wiry hair against my freshly shaved skin making me shiver. “I mean every word I say. Especially to you, Daisy,” he rumbled, and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

“I know,” I whispered, burying my face in his neck. I was vulnerable and exposed but not afraid. I was so not afraid. He lowered his face closer to mine, so it would be easier to move my lips to his ear. “Make love to me, Gabe. Please, baby… make love to me.” My hushed request was almost hard to hear in my own ears. I needed him more than I needed water to live. A grunt-like sound sounded from his throat, and I felt him. Gabe was aligned perfectly at my very slick entrance.

“Slow,” he muttered. I didn’t know if he was telling me or himself.

I breathed in, my breath hitching in the middle of my throat. The crown of his thick dick entered me, pushing forward, and tears hit my eyes. His attention was solely on me, and everything I felt was overwhelming. He wasn’t hurting me. He was somehow putting me together. At that instant, we were no longer two beings; we were one.

My name fell from his lips, and I lifted my hips to meet him. To coax him into me further, not that the slickness of my desire didn’t do that already. Slowly, almost reverently, he moved. Our eyes connected. I got to see every expression. Every line form and release over his handsome face. My hands gripped his hot-to-the touch shoulders. My nails bit into his muscled-up flesh. He guided my hips to meet his. I ached with every thrust, but a kind of ache that made me hungry for more. Filled me with every inch he had, his pubic bone hitting just right.

He picked up the pace, and I met him every time. Giving as much as I got. Every single touch from him was done with care. We breathed the same air. Our breaths shallow as we said each other’s name into the now warm room. Sex and desire clung thickly to the air like a cloud of passion and need. Before I knew it, sweat slicked our skin. Both of us almost panting as he thrust harder and harder each time, and I clung to him. I could feel my body ready to come apart.

“Now,” he growled. “Give it to me, beautiful,” he pushed. My mouth opened, but not a sound escaped. I had pushed him to give me more, my handsome beast unleashed, and we were finally there. Right. Freaking. There.

He gave everything of himself until I couldn’t take any more. One moment I was right with him, and the next I was flying. Sky high. I saw nothing but white lights splinter behind my eyes. My cries echoed into the air, mixing with the gruff grunts of his own release as we both fell over a cliff of pleasure and ecstasy.

We clung to one another tightly, our breathing jagged, until he rolled off me and reality washed over me. I had just experienced the best sex of my life, intimate and passionate. Would this be when the other shoe would drop? When Gabe turned out to be like every other guy only with a lot smoother vocabulary?

“Fuck,” he groaned, and I turned to look at him.

The palms of his hands were covering his eyes. I stilled. His hands dropped, and he turned his eyes on me before blowing my mind. “I knew it was going to be incredible, but I had no idea, Daisy,” he shared so damn honestly my nose stung and any apprehension I had been feeling washed away. He pulled me into him, my face on his chest, my legs wrapped around his thigh. Being like felt like being home. He’s my home.

“You’ve ruined me, pretty flower,” he mumbled into my hair, and I cuddled closer.

“Good.”

“Good?” he asked, pulling me back a little, so he could get a better look at me.

“Yeah, only fair since you did the same, smooth talker,” I responded and watched his face break out into a big smile before he rolled me over, so I was now straddling him.

“Gabe, I’m gonna hurt you,” I groaned, half trying to roll off him though he didn’t let me.

“Shhh,” he sounded. His hands on the back of my thighs moved to my bare back, stroking my skin with a tenderness I’d never felt. “Sleep,” he ordered.

“Sleep?” I repeated, looking down at him. “You mean on you?”

“Yes.”

“But that can’t be comfortable for you.” I tried to argue even though I could see the clear determination in his eyes.

“You’re not comfy?” he asked, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, and suddenly my eyes felt heavier than a second ago.

“I am.”

“Then sleep,” he ordered again, and this time I lowered my head, getting comfortable on his warm-as-hell body.

“So bossy,” I playfully complained, hiding the smile I wore as I settled my ear over his heart.

“You like it,” his deep voice whispered, making his chest rumble, and I sighed enjoying the low vibrations.

“Whatever,” I mumbled, my eyes now heavy. “Happy New Year,” I whispered sleepily into the darkness as sleep claimed me and took me under.