Page 10 of Gin & Trouble

“You’re…beautifulisn’t the right word.” My cheeks heated. “But it’s all I can come up with right now.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one at a loss for words.” He laughed softly and gave me a look that would have melted my panties off—if I were wearing any.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I slid my arms around his neck.

Pulling me to his chest, he whispered, “I was thinking I am one lucky video game nerd to have met you.”

“I’m the lucky one. You’re—”

Before I could say another word, he pressed his lips to mine. Once again, I lost myself in him. The way my body fit against his, the clean, spicy scent of his skin, the fierceness of his kiss, all of it. I wanted all of him, more than just for now. I wanted forever.

The one I can’t have.

The thought left me breathless. I could see myself totally falling for him, something I’d never thought would happen to me.

He took several steps forward until my back was to the wall.

I’ll enjoy him, this, us while it lasts.

Hooking my thigh around his waist, I whispered, “I want you.”

“Not yet.” Once again, he slowed things down by kissing my shoulder, neck, and ear.

His teasing had turned me into a needy, wanton mess. I reached for his cock, but he captured my wrists and pulled my arms over my head.

“Danny…please…”

“Please what?”

“Let me touch you.” My words came out on a gasp.

Nuzzling my cheek, he whispered, “If you touch me right now, it’ll be over before it starts.”

“I’m pretty sure I can get you hard again.” I’d never, not once, said anything so dirty to a man. I wish I could say I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but that would be a lie. It was Danny. Between the months of flirting, phone sex, and over-the-computer foreplay, this moment felt like a very long time in the making.

“I like the way you think.” His grin reminded me of the Joker, wide, amused, and ridiculously naughty.

Wiggling my eyebrows, I laid my favorite Harley Quinn line on him, complete with a heavy Bronx accent. “What can I say, Puddin’? Every woman has a crazy side that only the right man can bring out.”

“Now you’re just playing dirty.” He ducked low, grabbed my thighs, and hoisted me to his shoulder.

“I’m a dirty, dirty, girl.” I squirmed, giggled, and squirmed some more. “You’re going to drop me.”

“Not if you stop wiggling.” He slapped my butt hard enough to get my attention.

I bit back a moan, and whispered, “What’s the fun in that?”

Danny eased me to the bed, pushed forward for a kiss, and didn’t stop until he had me pinned to the mattress. “Wiggling is much…much…more fun in a horizontal position.”

“Agreed.” I wrapped myself around him like a vine. No way was I risking him slowing down again. While I loved his lips on my body, I needed more of him.

He moved his hips forward, stopped, and muttered, “Safety first.”

“I’m glad one of us remembers sex-ed.” Propping myself on my elbows, I watched as he strode back to the pile of clothes on the floor, presumably for his wallet.

Danny returned and gave me quite the show. Grinning the sexiest grin of all time, he ripped the foil packet open with his teeth, stroked his cock several times, and finally slid on the condom. By the time he crawled over me, I couldn’t form a thought, let alone a sentence.

Our bodies aligned, he took a deep breath and pushed forward until he was buried inside me. Holding my gaze as if afraid I’d vanish like a ghost, Danny whispered, “I can’t believe you’re here with me…like this.”

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