“Okay, but first, you need to be naked,” she insisted. He sat up and pulled off his t-shirt. Dani ran her hands over his torso, and he nearly lost himself before they even got started. When she dipped her hands into his sweatpants, he hissed out his breath. His cock didn’t get the memo that he was in charge. Hell, he couldn’t think straight with her touching him the way that she was.
Jonnas wrapped his arms around her body and thrust into her hands. “I need to be inside of you, baby girl,” he said. God, he sounded like he was begging, and not just asking her for what he wanted from her.
Dani tugged his sweatpants down his thighs and carefully seated herself over his cock, taking him inch by excruciating inch until she was fully seated on his lap. His breathing was shallow, and when she started to move for him, he nearly swallowed his damn tongue.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“More than okay,” he admitted. He snaked his hand down between their bodies and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit, making her cry out his name. God, she was perfect for him. The way that she responded to his every touch was a complete turn-on.
“I’m going to come,” she shouted.
“Then come for me, baby girl,” he ordered.
“Daddy,” she breathed as she rode his cock. Jonnas knew that if she kept it up, he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Please,” she begged as his thumb ran over her clit again.
Her entire core spasmed around his cock, and he knew that he was a goner. Jonnas quickly followed her over, spilling himself deep inside of her as Dani collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, protectively, not wanting to let her go.
“That was amazing,” she whispered against his neck. She sounded wrecked, and he felt like an ass for not letting her get the rest that she needed.
“Shit,” he breathed. “Wait here.” He lifted her off his body and gently laid her in his bed. She looked right in his space and in his bed. So right that he didn’t want to ever let her out of it again, but he was sure that she’d have something to say about that.
“Where are you going?” she asked as he got up.
“I’ll be right back,” he promised. “I just want to take care of you so you can get some sleep.”
He returned with a warm, wet washrag and found her practically asleep. “What are you going to do with that?” she asked.
“I’m going to clean you up. Then, I want to hold you while you sleep.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she insisted. “I can take care of that myself.”
“No,” he said. “You’re mine, and I want to take care of you, baby girl.” The way that she looked at him was nearly his undoing. He could see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted his care, but wasn’t sure how to let him take care of her.
“Okay,” she said. He quickly cleaned her up, and when he finished, he pulled her into his body, loving the way that she seemed to fit there. He never imagined that taking care of Dani would feel so intimate, but it did. Jonnas had a feeling that he’d never get enough of her, and that thought was terrifying, because he wasn’t falling for Dani anymore—he was already gone.
Jonnas woke sometime after midnight to Dani curled against his chest like she’d belonged there her entire life. For a long moment, he just lay there staring at the ceiling while her soft breathing filled the room. His arm was wrapped securely around her waist beneath the blankets, one of her thighs tangled with his, her head resting directly over his heart. It all felt dangerously domestic, and Christ, he liked it way too much.
Jonnas looked down carefully at her. Even asleep, Dani looked exhausted, like she’d spent years carrying tension in her bones and only now was finally letting some of it go. That realization hit him hard enough to make his chest ache.
Slowly, Dani shifted against him with a sleepy little sound, and his entire body tightened instantly. Jonnas brushed a strand of hair away from her face gently, trying not to wake her. Unfortunately, Dani blinked sleepily at him anyway.
“You’re staring again,” she mumbled.
His mouth twitched. “Go back to sleep.”
“What time is it?”
“Late,” he breathed.
“That’s not helpful.” He laughed softly under his breath. Dani looked up at him then, eyes heavy with sleep and cheeks pink from warmth and embarrassment and everything that had happened between them earlier. And something inside him went terrifyingly soft.
“You okay?” he asked quietly. She nodded slowly before pressing closer instinctively. The movement nearly wrecked him because she did it automatically, like she already trusted him enough to seek comfort without overthinking it first. Jonnas tightened his arm around her carefully.
“There she is,” he murmured.
Dani made a sleepy sound against his chest. “You say that a lot.”
“Because I like it when you relax around me. I get to see the real you,” he admitted.
