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  A second later, Danny’s hand was wrapped around the back of her neck, his mouth was on hers, and they were full-on making out in the middle of the parking lot in broad daylight.

  Danny must have felt her lips curl into a smile against his, because he pulled back far enough to glance down at them. At the sight of her huge grin, his lips curled. “What are you smiling about?”

  She dragged a fingertip down the side of his neck, beneath his collar, and tugged it aside – eyes glued to his bulging trapezius muscle. Kat ran her finger down farther, pulling aside the top of his shirt to eye the tattoo peeking out.

  Damn, if she wasn’t suddenly dying to see all of him again. To put her hands all over his body and feel his all over hers. To feel his weight on top of her and to get on top of him again…

  When she finally managed to lift her eyes to his, Kat’s smile was long gone…and so was his.

  “Take me inside, Danny. Now. Please.”

  He wound his right arm around her back, easily lifting her up against him in one smooth, strong movement. Kat wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, giggling giddily into his neck as Danny slammed the door shut with his other hand and – with very long, very urgent strides – carried her to her apartment door.

  He’d had himself all but convinced. Had spiraled so hard into negative shit that he’d been sure of it. And when he’d come upstairs and Kat hadn’t initiated any conversation or contact, Danny would have bet his life on it…

  That Kat had allowed her sisters to talk her out of her feelings for him. That they’d somehow brought her to her senses and that Danny could expect very soon, if not imminently, to hear the words:

  “We need to talk.”

  Or, “I’ve been giving it some thought.”

  Or, “You’re a great guy, but…”

  Danny had allowed himself to feel a tiny bit more secure when Stella’s attitude had softened toward him, but then his fucked-up psyche had quickly convinced him it was because Stella felt bad for him; that she was being sweet because she knew what Kat was about to do.

  So Danny had spent the remaining time at Pops’ house trying to mentally prepare.

  To come up with flippant, deflective comebacks to things she might say.

  To devise logical arguments against points she might make.

  To exert enough control over his mouth to keep from begging her to stay.

  To exert enough control over his body to not to lose his shit completely.

  Danny knew the actual scenario would have gone much more along the lines of Kat ending things, Danny laughing it off and telling her “no big deal,” and them parting as supposed friends.

  Danny hadn’t allowed himself to imagine what would have happened after they’d actually said good-bye. He’d choked on the images that had snuck into his brain of the days, weeks, months, and years ahead…

  Without Kat.

  But then she’d smiled that sweet, wry smile at him. And touched him. And told him that it had been the best week of her life.

  And he’d finally been able to breathe again.

  Danny felt like a man-card-handing-in, Hallmark-card writing, pussy-whipped, pathetic fucking fool, but he didn’t give a shit.

  Kat still loved him.

  And wanted him.

  And Danny loved and wanted her so badly it hurt. In every way possible.

  “Gimme your keys,” he damn near growled, reaching for Kat’s purse, even though he’d just told her to get them.

  Kat reached down, pushed his hand away, and unzipped her purse. She handed Danny the correct key and slipped her arm back around his neck, pressing her lips to the spot on his neck she’d been nipping at and kissing a second ago.

  Danny’s hand shook like hell as he slipped the key into the deadbolt and then her knob lock. He managed to get the door open and slammed behind them, despite the sexual mind-and-body fuck Kat was currently performing with her tongue against his collarbone.

  “Hmmm…I love this…” she murmured, her lips making their way to his shoulder muscle. Kat sucked at it, before gently nipping at it with her teeth.

  With a stifled groan, Danny threw her keys off to the side, barely registering the sound of them pinging against God-knew-what.

  He strode through the living room, down the hallway, and into her bedroom. Danny got them to the edge of the bed, leaned forward, and laid Kat down – his front still flush against hers and her legs and arms still wrapped around his body. His lips found hers and he went after with all the longing, love, and lust in him – sucking and biting at her lips as she writhed beneath him.

  Danny’s mind jumped back to the night he’d stood just a few feet away, staring at Kat’s bed and imagining her in it. Getting turned on thinking about her body moving beneath the sheets. Getting infuriated thinking about the other men he’d assumed she’d shared her body with – and so fucking jealous that he’d never experience that with her.

  Now I’m here with her. And I’m the only one who has ever been here with her.

  I get to touch her and taste her and tell her I love her anytime I damn well please. I get to take in all of her love – even though I don’t deserve it and never will. I get to take care of her…only me.

  Feelings that could only be described as joy, relief, and gratitude coursed through Danny’s body.

  Suddenly desperate to look into her eyes, Danny broke away from their kiss to stare down at her beautiful, flushed face. Kat’s expression as she gazed up at him was so open, so full of trust and affection…

  She reached up to cup his cheek, her hazel eyes searching his. “Danny?”

  He needed time.

  To formulate the words.

  To find a way to tell her everything he was feeling.

  To let some of it out so his chest didn’t burst.

  “It’s just…I thought you would never come. I had given up on anyone ever coming, Kat, and…” Danny’s throat constricted and he was mortified to feel his eyes water. “When I met you, I wanted you so badly. And I loved you all along. But I never thought…” He shook his head slowly, still not sure if this could possibly be real. Not sure how exactly, after a lifetime of shit, he’d suddenly gotten so goddamned lucky. “I never let myself think…” A shiver rolled through his body when Kat’s hand came up to cradle the other side of his face, her eyes boring into his so hard Danny knew, without a doubt, she was staring straight into his fucking soul.

  So he told her the truth, because he was pretty sure she could see it anyway.

  “I’ve been so alone, Kat…and lonely…and broken…and lost…” His words trailed off as his breath caught.

  “Danny,” she whispered, gently tugging on his neck until he buried his face in her neck. Kat turned, her lips brushing against his ear and Danny shivered again. “I’m here now.” She wound her arms around his chest and held on tight. Kat curled her fingers into his back and whispered, “You aren’t lost anymore, Danny, because your home is with me.”

  “It was always with you, Kat. Even before I met you.” The tears came out of nowhere and were now pouring out of his eyes and soaking into her skin.

  Danny knew he should be embarrassed, but he was just too fucking torn up to feel anything but relief and comfort and love. “My home. It was always with you.” Danny pressed his face harder into her. “I don’t know how I did it for all those years without you…”

  Kat pulled on his neck, wanting him to lift his head, but Danny wouldn’t budge. It was one thing to cry into her neck like a little bitch, but a whole other thing to let her watch him do it.

  “Danny,” she said, pulling at him again. “I want to look at you.”

  He shook his head, the tears still coming too quickly and too heavily for him to even consider that. It felt like a dam had burst and thirty-three years of feelings were pouring out of him at once.

  It was the first time he’d ever felt safe enough to express them – even non-verbally. The first time he’d ever been certain he c
ould let go and know the other person would still be there when it was all over with.

  Kat held him, one hand still curled into his back and the other now holding the back of his head.

  “Danny,” she began softly. “I…” Danny felt her inhale as much air as his body weight on hers would allow and exhale it slowly. “I have a big family and I love them all dearly, but in many ways I was as alone as you were…different and off-to-the-side. Sometimes pitied…” Kat’s voice caught and Danny nuzzled her neck. “And sometimes almost forgotten. I know that’s not true, but I still felt that way sometimes.” Kat huffed softly. “A lot of times.”

  Danny licked up the side of her neck and nuzzled the skin behind her ear, loving how Kat tightened her hold, leaning her head to the side to urge him on.

  “And then I met you. And I hated you.” When Danny grunted, she laughed breathlessly. Her laugh morphed into a soft moan when Danny sucked her earlobe between his lips and bit down gently. “But you saw me. And made me feel things I didn’t think I was capable of feeling. Things I didn’t understand…things I was afraid of. And I loved and hated you for it. But I never thought of…us…because you are so gorgeous and outgoing and experienced and I am just so-”

  Kat inhaled sharply when Danny’s head whipped up.

  “You are just so, what, Kat?” He latched onto her eyes, not giving a damn that his were still wet. “Beautiful? Brilliant? Sexy? Funny? Kind? Loyal? Honest?” Danny continued staring down into her widened eyes. “You are all of those things, Kat, and a million more. I never want to hear you referring to yourself as just anything ever again – not to me and not to anyone else. Because you are anything but just. You got me?”

  Her eyes welled and nodded, tears spilling over and trailing down the sides of her face. Danny lowered his lips to her temple, kissing them away…taking her tears into him like she’d taken his into her.

  “I’m gonna make love to you, now, Kat,” he whispered against her temple, one hand braced against the mattress next to her head and the other fumbling with the buttons on her jacket. Danny got it opened and pushed the lapels aside before lowering his fingers to the top button on her jeans, popping it open, and quickly pulling her zipper down.

  “God, yes…” Kat managed to unzip his jacket and push it back off his shoulders, but she couldn’t go much further because Danny’s arms were busy trying to get her clothes off.

  With a soft laugh, Kat met his eyes. “We’re not going to get anywhere in this position. Let’s get these clothes off and then get back to it, okay?”

  Danny was off of her, peeling his clothes off so fast Kat laughed again. He was totally naked before Kat even got her jacket off.

  He yanked off her shoes and socks and then grabbed the bottom hems of her jeans, pulling them clean off. Her bikinis were next, then her tee-shirt and bra – which he had unclasped and tossed across the room in record time.

  In one smooth motion, Danny slid himself on top of Kat again.

  Kat couldn’t get close enough to him. Even with her arms clutching him to her, her tongue deep inside his mouth, and her leg wound around his hip, it still wasn’t close enough.

  She broke away, panting, and reached down toward the vicinity of his erection. “I’m ready, Danny.”

  “Aren’t you sore, sweetheart?” he asked, inhaling sharply and dropping his forehead to hers when her hand made contact. Kat began stroking him and Danny exhaled a loud groan.

  “A little, but it’s okay. I need to feel you inside of me.” Kat increased the pressure and speed, just like Danny had shown her yesterday, and was rewarded with him thrusting himself harder into her hand.

  “Let’s try a different position,” he said, already moving. “I think it’ll be more comfortable for you.”

  Danny sat up and crossed his legs in a loose Indian-style. Lids hooded and his chest rising and falling as quickly as Kat’s, he said, “Come here, sweetheart.”

  Kat scooted over to him.

  “Now straddle me.”

  She eyed his erection. “Won’t that hurt? I don’t want to squish it.”

  His lips pulled into that sexy smirk that drove her crazy. “Don’t worry about that, Kat. Just slide your leg over me and I’ll take care of the rest.”

  Kat got to her knees and tried, but her left leg wouldn’t obey. It didn’t really hurt and she could get it to move, but she definitely couldn’t lift it enough to clear Danny’s waist.

  She managed a small smile when, suddenly, all she felt like doing was crying.

  Kat gestured to her leg. “It’s not cooperating. Sorry, I’m not as, uh…well, flexible, I guess, as other women.” She swallowed against the knot forming in her throat and blinked against the tears of humiliation forming in her averted eyes. “Yeah, so I guess that isn’t going to work after all.”

  Kat finally gathered enough courage to meet his gaze, forcing herself to face – head on – Danny’s certain disappointment.

  But Danny didn’t look disappointed at all.

  Or surprised.

  Or even the tiniest bit put out.

  In fact, the word coming closest to describing his current expression was probably…well, tender. With a side of loving and a big ole dollop of shocking guilt.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I forgot it was giving you trouble.” Danny leaned forward, placed his hands under her arms, and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. “Bend your knees, Kat…put them on either side of me,” Danny instructed, as he slowly, gently lowered her onto his lap…

  And as Kat somehow fell even farther into love with him.

  But then Kat forgot all about his tenderness and her limitations, moaning very loudly as the already-sensitive cradle of her body came down flush against Danny’s warm, hard, silky erection.

  She wound her arms around his neck and began instinctively pressing up and against him in a very intercourse-like rhythmic fashion, soaking in the incredible sensations that friction was providing.

  “Well, shit, Kat…” Danny exhaled huskily, eyeing the breasts Kat was inadvertently shoving right into his face each time she rose up on her knees. “You sure got the hang of that fast, didn’t you?”

  Danny had to bear the brunt of her weight and provide the stability for their positioning, so his hands were stuck palm-down on the mattress slightly behind his back.

  Kat experienced another heady rush of power sitting astride him like that, touching him any way she damn well pleased. Of course Danny’s hands weren’t tied (although that thought both titillated and intrigued her), but, in this position, Kat really was in control.

  Kat ran her hands all over his abs, across his pecs, over his shoulders, down his arms, and then back up again. She grazed his Adam’s apple with her fingertips, crossed his chin, and gently ran the backs of her hands over his lips, smiling when Danny gently kissed them, his eyes firmly latched onto hers.

  Those eyes…

  The way Danny was watching her every movement with absolute captivation did nothing but spike the insane headiness she felt. Kat knew she’d never get tired of him gazing at her like that – like he was a kid on Christmas morning and she was a big, shiny, beautiful gift under the tree. Like she was the most alluring woman on earth and everything he’d ever wanted.

  Everything he would ever want.

  Kat wound her arms around his neck and lowered her lips to his. Danny moaned into her mouth the moment their tongues touched, his pelvis lifting slightly to increase the friction between them.

  As their rubbing movements increased, their kissing grew frenzied, until Danny broke position – one hand coming up to fist in her hair and the other one pressing into the small of her back, pushing their bodies even closer together.

  They both pulled back from the kiss as the forcefulness of their movements made it difficult to continue kissing.

  Danny halted and dropped back onto his hands, head shaking. “Okay, we’ve gotta slow down…” His gaze dropped to her breasts, which were dangerous close to his mouth. “L
et’s, uh…”

  Kat gripped his biceps and began moving against him again, addicted to the sensations those movements were giving her. “Mmmm…” She leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against his pecs in time to her pelvic movements.

  “Shit, Kat,” he bit out, head lolling back when she began kissing his neck. “I don’t know what it is, but you have me on the verge of coming in my pants like a teenager every fucking time you touch me.”

  Kat giggled against his neck, prompting Danny to lift his hand again – this time to grab her ass hard.

  She stopped laughing.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said gruffly, squeezing again and bringing her up hard against his erection. When she gasped, Danny added, “I’m not gonna suffer alone here, Kat.”

  But then Kat pushed up on her knees and positioned herself right above his erection. Her eyes holding his widened ones, she lowered herself, allowing the slightest skimming of the head of his penis against her labia.

  Whatever semblance of a smile Danny had been sporting a minute ago was wiped right off his face, leaving only parted lips and glazed over eyes. He thrust upwards, connecting their sensitive parts again and they moaned in unison.

  “Take a little of it, Kat…please…” Danny said, thrusting up again and then groaning in frustration when he failed to make contact. His gaze dropped, watching, enraptured, as Kat began rubbing herself against him in earnest. “God, I can feel how wet you are,” he choked out, his eyes fixed on her body moving against him. “I’ve gotta get inside you, Kat…now…”

  Kat reached down, positioned his erection, and gently dropped down and back, taking the head of his penis into her body.

  “Fuck!” Danny’s upward thrusts became frantic as he tried driving himself harder and deeper. His eyes finally lifted, finding hers and latching on. “Take more, sweetheart…please, just a little more…” He groaned, head dropping back when she lowered herself a tiny bit more onto him.

  “Feel good, Danny?” Kat asked, nearly giggling again when his head snapped up, brows sky-high.