He reaches over and pulls out the box. “It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done this, so, you know, apologies ifthisis just a hot minute.”
I laugh. “It’s been a hot minute for me too.”
“Yeah?”
“Pushing a year and a half probably.”
“Okay, you have me beat. But only by a few months. So, we’re equally out of practice.” He tears open the wrapper with his teeth and reaches between us, smiling. “I bet we can figure this out though.”
“I don’t have any doubt.”
The sound of that condom being ripped open is undeniably hot.
I glance down, but he puts a finger under my chin and lifts my eyes to his.
“Look at me, Callie. And don’t move. Not just yet.”
He eases my legs apart and moves himself just inside, teasing me, and it’s hard to see straight. As much as I’m dying to thrust my hips into his, I hold back, even when I’m gripping the sheets and pleading with him.
The connection that I feel is almost threatening. I am simultaneously overheated and terrified. It’s a beautiful combination, and I’m falling so damn hard. He keeps us in this perfect place for longer than I thought possible. This beautiful, tortuous, teasing precipice before we have to commit.
“Tell me that you’re not leaving me.”
“Of course I’m not leaving you,” I pant.
Danny slowly starts to move against me, rhythmically and beautifully. “And tell me that this is your home. For good.”
I put my hands on his face and brush a finger over his lips. “Of course this is my home.”
“I couldn’t stand it if you left me.”
“That’s not going to happen.” My hips push up against him, and he practically growls.
Finally, he pushes himself deep inside, and we both hear the cry of relief that I’ve been holding on to.
Despite his earlier concern, he gives me way more than a hot minute.
Both times.
