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I dip my head to capture her lips even as I see the look of amazement in her eyes. Like no one’s ever said that to her before. I’m just not sure if it’s the part about relying on someone or the fact that I’m crazy about her that has her so surprised.

Her lips part for me, and I let my tongue drift in to meet hers. There’s an urgency that’s tempered by how out of sorts she’s been tonight. I want to take her to bed and do every dirty, naughty thing I can think of, but I need to make sure she’s feeling more like herself first. Her comfort will always come before my libido—even when I know she wants me just as badly as I want her.

“Don’t you want to eat dinner?” I whisper against her mouth.

“I just want you,” she whispers back.

“Once I take you to bed, we might not come out for a while.”

Her eyes light up, and the worry I’ve been watching for the last hour disappears.

Okay, so maybe a few orgasms is the best way to distract her from her demons.

Without breaking our kiss, I lift to my feet with her still in my arms.

“Rage!” She gasps but I just carry her into the bedroom.

“Holy shit,” she says when I dump her on the bed. “This bed is huge.”

“I’m huge,” I respond, pulling off my shirt. “Last one to get undressed gets a spanking!”

She actually laughs, throwing back her head, and it’s exactly the lighthearted sound I enjoy from her.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, big guy.” She kicks out her foot and pokes me with her toe. I grab her foot and yank her toward me, leaning down to kiss a trail along her calf.

“I guess you lose,” I murmur between kisses, letting her skirt slide up her legs.

“Gosh darn it, I don’t know what I’ll do if I have to get a spanking.” She sighs dramatically and fans herself.

I chuckle, enjoying this playful side of her. I’m also excited about the prospect of spanking her. It’s yet another aspect of sex that I’ve always had to be cautious about because of my size. I’m always hyper aware of my strength when I’m with a woman and sometimes the restraint can be a distraction. With Luna, though, I don’t think I’m going to think about it beyond the obvious. We already discussed consent—she knows she can tell me to stop at any time—and I would never hurt her.

“Who said you should get undressed?” I ask, sliding off my jeans. “You’ve already lost so you might as well let me have the privilege of doing it.”

“By all means then.” She flops back onto the mattress and raises her arms over her head.

With a grin, I crawl across the bed and straddle her hips with my knees. She’s wearing a pretty white lace top with big red decorative buttons and I take a moment to run my fingers over them.

“These are the same size as your nipples,” I say.

“That’s why I bought the shirt,” she deadpans.

We both snicker.

Then I slip my hands beneath her shirt, letting them skin the soft, warm skin of her torso. Her stomach flutters ever so slightly and I lower my head so I can kiss the area around her belly button. I can see the bottom of a white lacy bra but I’ll take that off soon enough. First, I need to finish what I’m doing with her stomach.

She’s so soft, I can’t resist gently rubbing the side of my face against her skin. She threads her fingers into my hair, caressing my scalp and the side of my face. I lean into her touch because it’s become addictive in the short time we’ve been together. I don’t just enjoy touching her—I really like how it feels when she touches me. And she’s not stingy about it.

I may take the lead in bed but she gives me what I need from a woman.

Attention.

Sweetness.

And the big thing for me—the lack of fear.

Never once has she winced or flinched or any of the things women often do just being around me. It’s not about being preconditioned, because I’ve never laid a hand on a woman in anger in my life, but more of a reflex reaction to someone so large being in your space.

Luna doesn’t have those reactions. Not once.