I lay in my bed and don’t want to open my eyes. Like some mild post-traumatic stress, I’m scared that I dreamed everything and I’m going to feel the same stomach drops I felt that first morning after we were together.

If I keep my eyes closed, I can keep out whatever reality is waiting for me.

Then I feel a huge hand splay across my abdomen and I mentally give the largest sigh of relief I ever have.

“Are you awake? We haven’t discussed whether it’s okay wake you up by fucking you so I’d really like you to open your eyes so I can get my fill this morning.”

Good grief.

“I think your growly morning voice just made me pregnant,” I whisper, turning on my side towards him, his hand sliding around to my lower back.

“Oh, you like it when my voice sounds like it’s been run through a blender?” He nuzzles my ear, obviously amused, and I squeeze my thighs together.

“You’re laughing, but it’s really doing it for me.”

“Something else wants to do it for you too.” He jerks our hips together and I immediately know exactly what something he’s referring to.

I turn my head when he tries to kiss me, though. “No kissing till after I’ve brushed my teeth. Especially since we ate those wings.”

He drops a kiss on my neck. “Fine. Next time, we keep those Listerine strips or some mints next to the bed, though. I’m only going to accept this once.”

“I thought I was the bossy one.” I roll to my other side, laughing when he rubs his scruffy cheek up and down the space between my shoulder and ears, like a cat at a scratching post.

“You still are. Any more condoms over there?” Lord, the way his voice is rolling over my ears is just…I’ve never been this sensitive before. I guess it’s just Dane.

“You’re in luck, you left one.” I snag it and pass it back. Not long after, he raises my leg and slides his sheathed cock over my labia. He puts my leg back down and pumps his hips slowly. I shiver, swallowing a moan and pushing my hips back. He’s not even inside me and it’s still hot as hell.

I push back impatiently and he thumbs my nipple, clutching my body tightly. I feel surrounded by him.

“You want it?” He murmurs.

“Yes.” I reach my hand back to rake it through his hair, pulling him to me.

“How bad?” He nibbles on my neck.

“Really bad,” I whisper. “Like bad enough that if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to go buy a dildo and finish the job.”

He laughs in my ear, a deep, body shaking laugh that makes me laugh too. I’ve never laughed during sex like this, never felt so light and silly while being completely on fire.

“Woman, any dildo you get will pale in comparison and you know it.” Confident, sexy…and completely right. But I won’t tell him that. I start to be a smartass, but he lifts my leg just enough to notch his cock at my entrance and I lose any words I might’ve said to anticipation.

He slides into me on a tight glide, and it feels like I can feel every inch, every vein as I clench around him. Thick and decadent. Right.

He hitches a heavy leg over me, pushing my thighs together and making me even tighter around him.

Deep, slow, languorous…he groans against my ear and whispers against me.

Sweet, silly, sexy…he’s all of that and more.

“Come with me, Keyra.” He rubs my clit rhythmically with the pads of his fingers and I strain against him, gasping. “Please.” He rasps.

That one, desperately whispered word sends me flying, and we soar together, moaning and clutching at each other.

He pets my mound softly and I shudder, lacing my hand through his other where it’s resting on my breast.

We just lay there for a little bit, quiet and content. I feel warm and happy and…like the possibilities are real this time. There’s no confusion.

Yeah, there are things we still have to cover, but knowing where he stands this time…it makes all the difference.

“We should get up,” I mumble.

“Mhm.” He agrees, kissing my shoulder.

“I have a lot to do today.”

“Me too.” His thumb strokes gently over the slope of my breast, leisurely.

I clutch him closer to me. I don’t want this feeling to end yet. I want to roll in it. Bottle it and spray it on me every single morning.

“You don’t seem like you’re in a hurry to get up.” I sigh. “And you not, means I don’t want to either.”

“That reminds me, you never gave me an answer.”

I grin, biting my lip. “Well, the thing is…”

“Keyra, I fucking swear.” He leans up quickly on an elbow, and without him right behind me, my back falls to the bed and I’m looking up at him. “Damn, forgot about the condom.” He throws the cover back and reaches down.

“You better not have gotten sperm on my bedsheets.” I tease, scooting away. He slides off the other side of the bed, waddling to the bathroom and I can’t help by laugh at how ridiculous he looks.

He pokes his head out, pointing at me. “We’re dating.” He disappears, closing the door, and I look at the slight wet spot on the bed before I flop onto my back and beat my hands and feet on the bed like an excited teenager.

I’m dating Dane.

Fuck yeah.

Everything’s falling into place.