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  Kat’s heart ached at the astonishment in his voice, but she forced a small smile. “Well, you’re always calling me ‘sweetheart,’ so I figured I’d return the favor.”

  “You don’t mind anymore…that I call you ‘sweetheart’?” he asked softly, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

  Kat shook her head, smiling. “No, I don’t mind, anymore. I love it, Danny.” Her smile faded as she stared up into his hypnotic eyes. “And I love you.”

  That same fearful, skeptical expression crossed his face and it tore at Kat’s heart.

  Because she understood his fear – and his disbelief at what was going on between them.

  Kat reached up to cradle his face. “Kiss me, again, Danny…please…”

  He dropped to his elbows and captured her mouth, slowly settling himself between her parted legs. His left hand found the back of her right knee and very gently pulled it up and then – using his elbow – pushed it slightly out, opening Kat up further to him. Danny slipped his left hand between the mattress and the small of her back and pressed up, at the same time positioning himself at the opening of her body.

  He broke away from their kiss and met Kat’s eyes. “You alright, Kat? You in any pain?”

  “Not yet.” When his brows dropped, Kat laughed softly. “I’m just kidding, Danny.” She pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m fine. But I’m dying to feel you inside of me – all of you – so let’s do this already, okay?”

  Danny nodded.

  But then he hesitated.

  Kat wrapped her arms around his strong chest and held on tight. “It’s okay, Danny. I trust you.”

  “But I don’t deserve that trust,” he whispered fervently.

  “If I say you do, you do. I am not in the habit of trusting unworthy people.” Kat pinched his arm. “Now, enough chit-chat. Let’s do it.”

  Danny inhaled deeply, braced himself, and slowly pushed into Kat. The tip went in without issue, but when he tried to go deeper, things got uncomfortable again. He was being as gentle as possible, but his girth and Kat’s narrow passage were not a comfortable combination.

  He pushed forward again and Kat gasped.

  Danny froze, his eyes latching onto hers. “You okay? You wanna stop?” Kat shook her head. “You sure?” When Kat nodded, he pushed in a little farther.

  His invasion stretched her inner walls, creating a mild burning sensation that caused Kat to instinctively tense up, which made Danny’s job considerably more difficult.

  “Try to relax, sweetheart,” he whispered against her ear. Danny gently bit her earlobe before placing open-mouthed kisses against the curve of her neck, distracting her from the discomfort by driving her completely insane. A few more minutes of that and a gentle nip at her collarbone later, Kat felt like putty beneath him. She barely registered the next push.

  Probably wouldn’t have realized it at all, except Danny grunted – loudly – with pleasure when he did it.

  Kat was surprised how quickly her body adjusted to Danny’s presence. It was uncomfortable and it still burned a little, but – with every stroke of his hand, every touch of his lips, and every sweet word out of his mouth – Kat was finding it easier and easier to take more of him.

  “Almost there, Kat,” he panted out, head hanging, their damp foreheads touching. “One more push and I’ll be all the way in.”

  Danny dropped back to his forearms and lowered his lips to her ear. “Almost there…” He pushed farther in. “Jesus, that feels so fucking good, Kat…you feel so fucking good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt. But I need I need more…I need it all.” Danny nuzzled the skin behind her ear. “Let me in, Kat…all the way…please…”

  Kat closed her eyes and consciously relaxed every muscle in her body before tightening her grip on Danny’s biceps and whispering, “I’m ready.”

  With a grunt of exertion, Danny he pushed himself all the way in.

  And Kat cried out from the sharp discomfort.

  Danny reared back to meet her eyes, shadows in his. “I’m so sorry, Kat…” He saw the tears welling and began pulling out.

  Kat grabbed onto his biceps, holding him still. “No! I’m not crying, Danny. It really hurt for a second there, but it’s already receding.” She smiled. “I think you just broke what was left of my hymen.” When Danny cringed, Kat couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, not the sexiest thought, but it had to be done.”

  “What now?” Danny asked.

  “You tell me. You’re the one with all of the intercourse experience.”

  He shot her a dirty look and Kat grinned.

  “Do you feel comfortable enough for me to start moving?” he asked.

  Kat assessed the sensations, wiggling a bit. “I think so.” She clenched her vaginal muscles, marveling at the feel of him inside of her…and loving the way it made Danny moan so much that she did it again.

  “I’ve gotta…” Danny’s words trailed off as he pulled out slowly and pushed back in. And then he did it again.

  “That doesn’t hurt at all,” Kat said. “Still feels tight, but there’s no more pain or burning.”

  “Glad to hear it,” Danny gritted out. “’Cause it feels fucking amazing on my end.”

  Kat experienced another rush of feminine power as she watched how much pleasure Danny was receiving as he continued moving in and out of her body.

  “You feel so incredible, Kat…” Danny’s movements pushed him increasingly deeper as his tempo sped up. His very focused, very dilated eyes latched onto hers.

  And then something odd happened. Sensations started spreading throughout her body…building…the same ones Kat had experienced when Danny had brought her to orgasm with his mouth and hands.

  There was still some tightness and residual discomfort, but, overall, Danny’s movements felt good. Not to mention Danny’s body, words, actions, and the scene as a whole were all incredible turn-ons.

  He lowered his mouth to hers and Kat grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him even harder against her lips. When Danny matched the thrust of his tongue entering her mouth to the thrusts of his erection entering her body, Kat began lifting her pelvis to that same rhythm, urging him on.

  Danny broke away and buried his face in Kat’s neck, still pumping into her. “You still okay?” he breathed out against her damp skin.

  “I’m more than okay.” Kat wound her arms around his shoulders, holding him close. “You feel so good inside of me…” Danny’s groan sounded half-pleasure, half-pain. She turned her lips to his ear and whispered, “Orgasm in me, Danny. I’ve thought about it a thousand times and I can’t wait to feel you do it.”

  “Jesus…” he breathed out. Danny lifted his head, latched onto her eyes, and held them tightly as he continued driving himself into her again and again and again, every thrust getting harder and faster. “God…I love you, Kat…”

  Kat tightened her arms around his waist and stared straight into his eyes. “I love you so much, Danny…”

  He exhaled a loud groan and, after two more hard pumps, he dropped his head and cried out, “Fuck, Kat!”

  Kat held very still as Danny pulsed inside of her…until, finally, with a huge shudder and a grunt, he collapsed at her side – pulling her with him, still fully engaged.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

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  They lay like that – wrapped up in each other, Danny still fully inside of her – for what felt like hours. Long enough for Danny to feel Kat’s heartbeat go from a hard, rapid pounding to a slow, steady thumping against his chest. Long enough for their bodies to cool and their breathing to even out.

  Long enough for feelings of white-hot lust to settle into other more troubling emotions.

  Raw.

  There was no other word for how Danny was feeling. And the physical sex act had been the absolute least of what had actually happened here.

  It suddenly occurred to Danny that Kat’s quiet stillness might not be afterglow.

  She was a virgin and you just pounded into her, h
ardcore. Maybe she’s freaking out and in fucking pain, moron.

  “Are you okay?” he asked hoarsely, against her shoulder.

  Danny began pulling out, but Kat gripped his bicep and held him still.

  “Don’t move yet.” She clenched her muscles around him again. “I like the way it feels.”

  Stirrings of yet another erection caught Danny off-guard, answering the question he’d been asking himself for eighteen months: Would fucking Kat once rid himself of his raging obsession with her?

  The answer: a resounding not even close.

  Just as he’d suspected, now that he’d gotten a taste of her, he was only dying for more.

  A lot more.

  Soon.

  But Danny figured she’d be sore enough tomorrow and he wasn’t looking to make things worse by jumping on her again, even though that was exactly what he was dying to do.

  Because being inside of Kat had be the amazing experience of his life and he could not wait to do it again. And again.

  He’d hated wearing that fucking condom. Obviously it hadn’t impeded anything and Danny was glad to give them both peace of mind, but he really wanted to make love to her skin-to-skin, without anything between them – even a thin layer of latex.

  And now he had to leave her to take it off and clean up.

  Yeah, ‘cause that two minutes being away from her is going to kill you.

  Inwardly rolling his eyes at himself, Danny cleared his throat. “Let me go take this off.” He pulled out again and, this time, she let him.

  Damn, if the sensation of pulling out wasn’t making him want to slide it right back into her tightness again. And the soft little gasp Kat made when he’d disengaged didn’t help matters any.

  He carefully got off the bed, trying to shield his limp dick from her view….suddenly very self-conscious about grossing Kat out.

  Any more than he already had, anyway. Poor thing had just been given a front row seat to some pretty shocking, messy shit.

  Not that she wasn’t taking it all in stride like the champ she was. In fact, Kat seemed to be handling what just happened a whole helluva lot better than Danny. His hands shook the entire time he cleaned himself up, grabbed his boxers from the floor, and slipped them on.

  Kat had turned over, so she was facing the opposite direction. Her head was propped up on a pillow and she’d pulled the comforter over her bottom half, leaving her top half bare.

  Danny’s breath caught as he took it all in: her dark, tangled hair spread across his pillows, the pink ink of her tattoo between her shoulder blades, and the sexy curve of her waist. He stood there like an idiot, feeling a weird, potent mixture of love, concern, lust, and possessiveness.

  Danny cleared his throat. “Hey, Kat?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “Be right back.”

  “Hmmm-hmmm.”

  He walked out and headed downstairs to grab his phone. Danny Googled “losing virginity,” was bombarded with a hundred thousand advice articles, and was not in the least bit surprised to learn he’d pretty much done it all wrong.

  He hadn’t dimmed the lights because he’d wanted to see every inch of Kat’s body. He hadn’t played romantic music because…well…where in the hell would he have gotten that? He hadn’t lit any candles because he didn’t own any and hadn’t used “plenty of lube,” because, again, he didn’t own any.

  Danny would have felt guilty about such poor staging, but he was pretty sure Kat didn’t give a rat’s ass about any of that shit, anyway. In fact, he was pretty sure had he thrown on some cheesy music and lit candles, Kat would have rolled her eyes faster than Danny could have pulled out the bottle of lube.

  As he scrolled down, an article about best positions to lose your virginity in caught his eye. A small smile tugged at his lips as he remembered Kat’s Cosmo plan of attack.

  Fucking dollface.

  He typed in “comfort after losing virginity” and found a few helpful articles. Danny gathered the supplies and jogged back upstairs to find Kat still in the same position. He set the Motrin bottle, washcloth, and two-year-old pouch of frozen margarita mix on the top of his dresser.

  Danny walked around the bed, planning to stretch out next to her until she woke up and he could enact his fucked-up nurse care plan. But when he was finally standing in front of her, Danny saw that Kat wasn’t sleeping. She was silently weeping, the pillowcase beneath her head dark grey from her fallen tears.

  Danny’s stomach dropped, a cold sweat broke out across his forehead, and his chest tightened. “Kat…what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

  Maybe because you slammed into her like a Mack truck without dimming the lights, playing romantic music, lighting candles, and using shit-tons of lube, Casanova.

  Kat shook her head, sniffling. When a tear leaked out of the corner of her eye and splashed onto the big, damp spot on the pillowcase, Danny’s heart felt like it had been twisted in a vise.

  He sat down next to her, careful to keep his distance and not crowd her. Because if this was what he thought it was, Kat probably wouldn’t be looking for him to touch her any time soon.

  If ever again.

  “Talk to me, Kat,” he pushed out of his tightened throat. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

  She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Kat shook her head again, more tears spilling over.

  “Watching you cry is tearing me to shreds inside, Kat,” he said quietly. Tightly. “If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’m going to lose my shit.” When she didn’t answer, Danny’s eyes latched onto the pillowcase beside her. “Are you regretting what happened?”

  He saw her shake her head out of the corner of his eye and it gave him the courage to meet her eyes.

  Danny unclenched his jaw far enough to ask, “Are you in pain?” Kat shook her head again and Danny exhaled a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Then what, Kat?” When she just shook her head again, tears still flowing, Danny’s instincts took over.

  He leaned over and pulled her into his arms, across his lap. Kat wound her arms around his neck, pressed her damp face into his chest, and leaned her weight into him.

  Thank. God.

  Danny held her as tightly as he could without crushing her and kissed the top of her head. “Tell me what’s wrong, Kat…” he whispered against her hair. “Please. Before I go fucking insane.”

  Kat exhaled a shuddering breath. “I don’t know.” She nuzzled her face into his chest and Danny’s arms automatically tightened around her. “I’ve never felt like this before. Like my emotions are going crazy. I’m feeling so many things all at once and my brain isn’t working quickly or efficiently enough to process them.” Kat’s voice caught on a sob. “I feel like I’m losing mind and it’s scaring me to death.”

  The tensed-up muscles in Danny’s back relaxed with her words.

  She didn’t regret what they’d done. She still wanted him. She was just feeling exactly what he was feeling.

  “You and me both, sweetheart,” Danny said, moving his head when Kat suddenly lifted hers to meet his eyes. “What just happened between us…that’s not normal, or at least it’s not for me.” He unwound an arm so he could brush back some wild strands of hair off her face before cupping her cheek and running his thumb along her jaw line. “And it was your first time, too. I think it’s perfectly normal to feel…different.”

  Kat was crying and spooked and Danny was right there with her…

  But, damn, if a huge part of him wasn’t dying to beat his fists against his chest about that little factoid.

  I’m the only man who has ever touched her that way.

  I’m the only man who has ever made her come.

  I’m the only man who has ever made love to her.

  And I’m gonna make damn sure I’m the last man who ever does.

  Danny dropped the Tarzan bullshit long enough to consider what might be really bothering Kat.

  What he would have been worried about, if he was her.


  “You know I meant what I said, Kat? That I wasn’t lying?”

  Kat’s brows dropped. “About what?”

  “About, uh…well, loving you and all that shit.”

  Kat scoffed. “Of course I know you weren’t lying about that, Danny.” She studied him for a few seconds before a tiny smile tugged at her lips. “If you were going to lie to get a woman into bed – which I don’t see you doing, anyway – I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be an awkward, weeping virgin.”

  “You’re not a virgin anymore,” Danny said softly. His gaze lowered to her bare chest, then moved even lower to her thighs…and the amazing sweetness he knew was nestled right there between them.

  Kat dropped her head back to his chest and tightened her hold. “I’m so glad it was you, Danny. Although, I never even considered doing it with anyone else until I met you…so I guess it was meant to be you all along. No matter what.”

  Danny pressed his lips to the top of her head and inhaled her scent.

  And I’ve been waiting for you my entire life. I just didn’t know it until I met you.

  Danny held her in his lap for a long time. So long, Kat very nearly fell asleep.

  “Hey, Kat?”

  She nuzzled against him harder. “Hmmm-hmmm?”

  “I, uh, grabbed some stuff that might help with…” Danny paused. “You know…things. Down there.”

  Kat’s eyelids popped open and she lifted her head. “What kind of stuff?”

  “Motrin. A washcloth, so we can, uh, put a warm compress…” Danny eyed the juncture between her legs. “I don’t know…someplace. If it’s sore. And a pouch of frozen Margarita mix.” When Kat’s brows quirked, Danny shrugged. “It said cold might feel better than warm, but I don’t have any bags of frozen vegetables, so I just grabbed that.”

  “What said that?”

  Danny flushed. “Oh, I, uh, looked up how to take care of someone after they lose their virginity.”

  If Kat hadn’t been all cried out, she would have started weeping again.

  The man was just too damn sweet.

  Instead, she smiled wryly. “See, I told you, we’re learning. Together.” Kat kissed his chest before nestling back against him. She closed her eyes and yawned. “With help from our friends at Google, of course.”