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“Yeah, good’s not coming close, Kat, but you already know that, you little witch.” Danny thrust hard, pushing himself farther in. When Kat gasped again, he smirked. “Like I said, two can play that game.”

  They kept at it – Danny thrusting upwards and Kat sinking down – until they managed to get most of him inside of her.

  And that engagement landed them in as intimate of a position as Kat could imagine: her body clenched tightly around a part of Danny’s body, their chests pressed flat against one another, Kat’s arms wound around his neck, and their eyes latched tight.

  They stayed like that for a few long moments…completely still, staring, and just absorbing the sensations of being so utterly connected to one another.

  Kat slowly began to move on him, rocking against him, instantly overwhelmed by the sensations spreading throughout her body. “Oh, God, Danny, that feels so amazing…” she breathed out, closing her eyes as she continued rocking…bringing him gently in and out of her with her gentle, subtle movements.

  “Look at me, Kat,” he said. When she did, Danny’s gaze bore into hers. “I want to see you…and I want you to see me…”

  His breath caught when a soft moan escaped Kat’s lips. The desperation to get even closer had Kat increasing her rhythm. She tightened her arms around his neck and pressed down as hard as she could, taking him as deep as her body would allow.

  They both made loud, inarticulate sounds of pleasure, which only increased in frequency and volume as their movements grew more manic and powerful.

  “Goddamn, I love you so much, Kat,” Danny whispered, his eyes never straying from hers. “You know that, right? That I love you so fucking much? That I always have and I always will?”

  Kat’s eyes welled. She pulled his face into her neck and buried hers in his. “I love you so much, Danny,” she whispered against his damp skin, tears forming and falling as one of his hands gently cradled the back of her head.

  They stayed like that, wrapped up as close as two people could be, moving against each other as one.

  It was at that moment Kat realized that “making love” wasn’t just some stupid euphemism for sex thrown about in romantic movies, love songs, and romance novels. It was a very real thing…an actual action that could only be performed by two people in love. A feeling that could only be felt and understood and appreciated by two people who truly loved each other. It was a connection that only those two people could share…an almost spiritual experience that could never be replicated with any other person on earth.

  Kat wished she could chastise herself for such sappy, ridiculous musings, but truth was truth and facts were facts.

  The sensations began building on one another until Kat found herself on the edge of orgasm. She tightened her hold and whispered, “Danny…I’m so close…”

  The hand that had been gently cradling her head a moment ago was suddenly fisted in her hair. “Come for me, Kat…” Danny’s hand dropped back to the mattress to afford him the ability to thrust harder and faster.

  A few more powerful thrusts and Kat cried out against his neck, waves of mind-numbing pleasure flooding her entire body.

  “Fuck, that feels so good, Kat…” Danny’s continued thrusting deep. “I can feel you coming around me…”

  Kat tightened her hold, lifting her lips to his ear, and whispered, “Come for me, Danny.”

  And he did – hard, if his loud yell and inarticulate noises were any indication. But none of that affected her as much as the sensation of Danny’s semen spilling into her, coating her inner walls in hard, rhythmic, warm spurts…

  She was on birth control to regulate her periods, so Kat knew she didn’t need to worry about getting pregnant. But she was very surprised at a stray, odd, wistful thought that flitted through her mind…

  What would it be like to have Danny’s baby?

  Kat pushed that ridiculousness away for a million and one reasons and forced her thoughts back to the amazing man beneath her…

  Who’d just collapsed back onto the bed with a huge shit-eating grin.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

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  Danny flung an arm over his eyes, grinning and waiting for his heart and lungs to slow down enough to say, “Read an article in Men’s Health once that said men come harder when they’re in love.” He huffed softly. “Thought it was total bullshit at the time, but I can now say that is one hundred percent fucking true.” He removed his arm and glanced up at her. “Why do you think that…”

  His words trailed off when he saw Kat looking down at where their bodies were still joined. Danny’s eyes lowered to where hers were fixed and watched in shock and burgeoning arousal as Kat…well…examined his stuff.

  “Uh, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice strangled, as Kat rubbed some of it between her fingers.

  She pointed at the nightstand, her eyes never leaving his…specimen. “Danny, hand me my glasses, will you?”

  He reached over and grabbed them. Danny handed them to Kat, she slipped them on, and the examination continued.

  “It’s a lot different than I expected,” she murmured, still rubbing it between her fingers, thoughtfully. “It’s more viscous…” Kat lifted it closer, eyes narrowed. “And more slippery than I imagined.” She dropped her hand to her inner thigh and began rubbing it against her skin with the pad of her thumb, taking Danny’s dick from semi to raging in a few seconds, flat. “Fascinating…” Kat met his eyes, hers wide and bright. “Did you know that it takes four glands to produce semen, Danny? Prostate, testes…”

  As she continued rattling them off – along with a few other fun facts about each – Danny could do nothing but stare up at her in total adoration.

  When he could no longer keep his lips from curling at her adorable sexiness, Kat voice trailed off.

  She winced. “Nerding out too hard?”

  Danny winked at her, grinning. “Never too hard with me, sweetheart.”

  A slight flush spread across her cheeks as she lifted a shoulder. “Well, in that case, the answer to your question is that, when people feel great affection for one another – such as being ‘in love’ – the brain produces more sex hormones, more of the neurotransmitters, dopamine and serotonin, and more norepi, epi, and cortisol – oh, and of course – oxytocin, ‘the bonding hormone.’ Which, of course, means the actual physical act of sex would feel more intense, which, naturally, means the climactic moment – orgasm – would be that much more intense.” Kat shrugged again. “Actually makes perfect sense, when you think about it.”

  Danny grabbed her arms, pulling her down against his chest, and then turning them so they were face-to-face, on their sides.

  He wrapped an arm around her, tugging her in closer. Danny buried his face in the space between her neck and shoulder, nipping at it gently before whispering against her ear, “Just so you know, after my shift, I’m gonna wanna dope up and oxytocin and neurotransmit all up in you again.”

  Kat laughed. “You’re missing the overall mark there, Danny, but close enough.”

  Danny lifted his head suddenly, a stricken expression on her face. “Holy shit, Kat…we didn’t use a condom.”

  “Oh, I know. That’s okay, I’m on the Pill.”

  His brows dropped. “Why are you on the Pill?”

  “It regulates my irregular periods.” When that answer just deepened Danny’s confusion, Kat laughed. “Doesn’t matter. The important thing is I’m on the Pill, so we don’t to worry about using condoms. I didn’t say anything yesterday because…”

  She paused, flushing and feeling terrible when Danny’s expression reflected his understanding.

  “Because you didn’t want to catch something from me.”

  “Then you said you’d been recently tested and were fine – and, of course, I believed you,” Kat rushed to say. “But at that point it just seemed easier – and faster – to just use the condom and discuss it the next time.”

  “Well, I am clean, so we’re okay. Like I told you yesterday, I’v
e always been a rubber Nazi. Kinda shocking for someone who was never too smart about much else, but I never fucked without a rubber. Ever. Even as a kid, the thought of getting someone pregnant and having them attached to me for the next eighteen years scared me into using one every time.” He shook his head in what appeared to be bewilderment. “That was the first time I’ve ever come inside a woman. I can’t believe I didn’t realize it before. I guess I was just so goddamn happy to be fucking you again, I didn’t think about it.”

  When Kat asked, “Well, how was it?” Danny busted out laughing.

  “It was amazing, sweetheart. Everything I imagined it to be and more. And I’m already looking forward to doing it again very soon.” He paused, smile fading. “Assuming you’re okay with continuing to do it that way.”

  “Hell yes,” Kat shot back and was rewarded with a big shit-eating grin.

  “Well, that settles that, I guess.”

  Kat snuggled back into Danny’s embrace, wrapping her arms around him and skated her fingertips up and down his vertebral column. “What time do you have to work?”

  Danny lifted his head to look at her alarm clock. “Seven.” He met her eyes. “So I still have a couple of hours.”

  She tightened her hold on him, nuzzling into his chest. “Good.”

  Danny pressed a few kisses to the top of her head. “Hey, why don’t we take a shower?”

  He moved his head out of the way when hers dropped back and she met his eyes. “Together?”

  Danny grinned, nodding. He watched as she considered his words. A few seconds later – a big grin on her face and her eyes all lit up – Kat slid off the bed, tugging at his arm.

  “Okay, okay, I’m coming,” he said, laughing.

  Suddenly, her grip tightened on his arm and a pained expression crossed her face.

  The sudden, sharp yelp Kat let out caused his stomach to drop to his feet.

  “What’s wrong?” Danny asked, voice laced with concern as he swung his legs over the bed and reached for her.

  Kat wound her arms around his neck and leaned into him, exhaling a hard breath of relief when Danny stood and lifted her up against his chest.

  “Wow…that feels better,” she said quietly. “Just getting the pressure off of it feels so much better.”

  “Your leg?” Danny managed to shove past the huge knot in his throat.

  She nodded and his arms tightened.

  “I would do anything…say anything…be anything…to take that pain from you, Kat.” She buried her face into his neck, her arms tightening, too. “You are so strong that sometimes I forget all about it. And then shit like this happens and it kills me that I can’t take it all on for you.”

  “I don’t want to think about it, Danny, okay?” Kat reared back to meet his gaze, her eyes damp and full of emotion. “I just want to enjoy this moment with you, before…”

  Danny’s chest tightened at her pained expression. “Before what?”

  Kat wiped the anguished expression off her face and replaced it with a perfectly pleasant one Danny fucking hated.

  “You can lay me down now,” she said, lips pulled into a tight, tiny smile. “Your arms have to be getting tired from all my dead weight.”

  “Uh-uh…” He said, hitching her up until his hands could slip under her thighs and pull her legs around his waist. “That okay, Kat? Doesn’t hurt?”

  He felt her head shake against his shoulder.

  “Good, ‘cause we’re gonna take that shower now,” Danny said, already walking toward her bathroom.

  “I guess we still could; I’ve got a seat in there to use on my bad days.” She scoffed softly and added, “Nothing sexier than a bath bench, right?”

  “We’re not using any fucking bench.” Bracing her with one hand, Danny flipped on the light, shoved the shower door open, and reached in to grab the little metal and plastic seat. He pulled it out and set it aside.

  Danny glanced back, eyeing it for a few seconds. “Although there are a few scenarios running through my head right now in which that thing could be very useful.”

  Kat’s brows dropped. “Like what?”

  “Oh, I don’t now…” He said, eyes dropping to her lips. “Us in that shower…you sitting on that bench, legs spread…” Danny felt another erection forming as understanding dawned on Kat’s face. “Me on my knees…my face buried in you…”

  Kat stared at him wordlessly for a long moment before whispering, “They should put that – and you – in the commercial, Danny. They’d sell a million of those damn things.”

  Danny laughed loudly.

  They spent twenty-five minutes in Kat’s shower – laughing, touching, kissing, and talking…

  About nothing, really.

  But it meant everything to Danny.

  And he got to hold her in his arms the entire time.

  When the hot water finally ran out, Danny stepped out, grabbed two towels from the rack and carried her back to the bed.

  Kat shivered against him. “Oh, my gosh, I’m freezing, Danny!”

  He laid her back on the bed, picked up one of the towels, and began drying her off. “I know, I’ll hurry.”

  He started at her feet and moved up, dragging the towel very gently over her damp skin – his mouth going dry and his groin tightening as Kat began running her fingers through his hair.

  But he focused on the task at hand, forcing himself to ignore the wet warmth between her legs, her soft, smooth, goose bumped skin, and those perfect, perfect tits.

  Danny eyed her breasts, his hands itching to touch and his lips burning to taste.

  Those are the first damn things I’ll be attending to tonight.

  He finally got her all dried off. “Move over, Kat…let me hold you.” Danny waited until she positioned herself on the other side of the bed and then slipped in right beside her, pulling the cotton comforter over them both.

  Kat scooted back until her back side was flush against Danny’s front. She grabbed his arm, wrapped it around her waist, and sighed contentedly.

  “So, you’re coming to Gigi’s for Christmas now, right?” Kat asked, nuzzling her face into his bicep.

  Danny’s body stiffened. “I don’t know…why?”

  Kat turned in his arms. “You don’t know? Why wouldn’t you?” When Danny didn’t answer, she twisted more until she could see his face. “Danny?”

  “To tell you the truth, that’s not really my scene,” he replied, his face arranged into a weird, neutral mask. “Plus, that’s your time with your family. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

  “Intrude?” Kat wiggled until they were squarely face-to-face. “You are Nathan’s best friend. And Stella’s friend. And Gia’s godfather. And my…” Her lips curled. “Whatever.” Kat’s smile faded when Danny didn’t return it. “I know for a fact Stella has invited you to every function, event, and holiday since the two of you met. Gigi has also invited you and now I’m inviting you.” She searched his eyes. “How is that intruding?”

  “Pity invites don’t count, Kat,” he snapped.

  Taken aback at his uncharacteristic anger, Kat didn’t say another word. Because getting into a fight with Danny was the absolute last thing she wanted to do right now.

  His expression softened as he ran the backs of his fingers down the side of her face. “Don’t mind me, sweetheart. I get all fucking skittish with family shit, that’s all.”

  Kat held his eyes. “Do you remember a little while ago…when we were making love and you said I was your home?” Danny’s expression hardened again before he nodded. “Doesn’t that make me your family, Danny? And doesn’t it make you mine?”

  He shook his head. “No. ‘Family’ is something else. Something I’ve never had and don’t know how to do. Something I’m not looking to do, to be perfectly honest with you.”

  Kat’s brain rebelled against his total lack of logic.

  But, instead of shaking him, like she was dying to do, she simply asked, “Well, where exactly do you think this is g
oing with us, then, Danny?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, if you don’t want to be a part of my family and you don’t want me to be a part of yours, then what are we doing here?”

  “We’re…” Danny looked around, apparently searching for something that would lend credence to his absolutely irrational outlook. “I don’t know…we’re a couple…we’re…I don’t know, dating.” He lifted a shoulder. “Boyfriend and girlfriend, I guess.”

  Kat nodded slowly, searching his mask again. “And then what? We’ll just date forever? You’ll live in your house, I’ll live here with Fi, and we’ll never become a family of our own?”

  “It’s been less than a week, Kat,” he shot back, the derisiveness in his voice like a slap to her face. “Don’t you think you’re moving fast here?” Danny pulled back, until very little of their bodies were touching. “It’s a pretty big leap from fooling around to committing your whole life to someone.”

  Kat knew he didn’t mean what he was saying. That there were obviously deep-seated reasons why Danny was lashing out and none of them had anything to do with her. But that didn’t mean his words and tone didn’t hurt like hell.

  “Was I wrong to assume that you saying ‘I love you, Kat, and I always will’ meant you were going to love me forever? That you were planning to be with me forever?” When he stared back at her blankly, Kat’s pain and confusion momentarily got the best of her. “Or maybe you say that to all the women you have sex with, Danny. Maybe your ‘forever’ just means for as long as it takes you to ejaculate.”

  His brows dropped, his eyes narrowed, and his lips took on a hard line she hadn’t seen before. Kat had no doubt she’d succeeded in hurting him as much as he’d hurt her.

  And she wished with every fiber of her being that she could take it all back.

  Danny rolled off the bed. “I should go.”

  Kat propped up onto an elbow, watching him pull on his clothes as quickly as he’d taken them off.

  Say you’re sorry.

  Tell him you love him.

  Ask him to stay.

  Say something! Anything! Now!