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The only thing that mattered was that he and I were joined, and it wasperfect.
I could tell his orgasm was coming. He sped up, twitching, wanting to keep it going. I loved how my patient, disciplined, OCD soldier acted when he couldn’t keep it under control. When he lost everything—his mind, even himself in the instance ofrelease.
“Come, Trent,” I murmured. “I want to see you. I want to see you give yourself all tome.”
“I already have, Dani. Foryears.”
His eyes widened and then he leaned his head back, closed his eyes as if in agony, and opened them while he speared into me, coming so hard he groaned, the sexiest noiseever.
His arm gave way and he rested on me, supporting himself by his elbow. I wrapped my legs around his waist, loving his cock twitching and throbbing in me. He felt over me, in me, with me. How strong and how patient. How giving and howloving.
Dammit.
I was getting in trouble. My feelings for him scaredme.
“What’s up, babe?” he asked, tracing my cheek with hisfinger.
I looked up into his expressive, open eyes. Could I give thisup?
No.
“What’s happening?” Iwhispered.
“You’re one with the Universe, babe. You tellme.”
My heart raced. “I think we might be oneconsciousness.”
He bopped my nose. “We just mightbe.”
After he cleaned up and came back in bed, he curled up next to me, holding his arm across my body. I exhaled, feeling secure andsated.
“Can we do thatagain?”
“Yes. Give me fiveminutes.”
I giggled. This was the advantage of dating someone younger. Thestamina.
“Actually, we probably need to get cleaned up so we can go getdinner.”
“Sounds good to me,” he said. But he didn’t move, he just kissed the nape of myneck.
I walked my fingers over his tattoos. They were mine now. But would thatlast?
* * *
“Arewe really going to do this?” I asked, the nextmorning.
My shoulders rose almost to my ears as I tensed up, held my breath, and closed my eyes. I let my shoulders drop, exhaled, and gazed down at Trent, who was lying on his back on the bright blue yoga mat placed on the ground. His broad shoulders nearly spread across the edges of the mat. That floppy bit of his hair fell backwards, and his clear eyes answered me without him sayinganything.
Yes. We were really going to dothis.
Those eyes held a confidence I didn’t feel, both for me and forus.Together.
Overhead fans cooled the large yoga room dotted with couples getting ready by their mats. I glanced around, then back at him prone on the floor, muscular, lean, and strong. Someone who’d traveled halfway around the world to find me. I trustedhim.
Right?
I mean, I was gonna let him lift me up in the air and balance on him. So I had to trust him. Physically, absolutely. But while I’d let him in, that didn’t mean I wasn’t still scared. Because every time I opened my heart and loved someone, it turned out badly. Either they died or they were a jerk like Brian. It was a lot safer to live in my own world—a fort on a hill like the Alhambra or a constantly moving nomadic existence—just pull up a tent andgo.
