“Yes, you were. But I understand. And if you tell me when you’re having a hard time and I tell you when I am, we can probably do this thing.”

“Okay. I’m in.”

“Ooh! Wait a sec.” She got up and hurried around to the table on the side of the bed he normally slept on. Holding aloft the little foil square, she headed back to him.

She settled again in his lap and he watched her, content to just be for those few seconds before his cock reminded him it had places to be deep inside her. Inside Ezra’s woman.

He’d turned the concept over and then the words all the way back to her. And found that she’d known she was his before he’d been able to accept the very idea.

He snatched the condom from her fingers and got it on.

“Hey! I have plans.”

His amusement sharpened. “So do I. I need to be in you.” He craved that connection they shared, especially now that they’d both bared their souls to one another.

She kissed him, her fingers dug into his hair, tugging him as she nipped at his lips and licked the sting away.

He slid a palm from her shoulder down her side to her hip while he angled his cock and pulled her down onto him.

She opened her eyes once he’d got all the way inside. “Yes,” she murmured, her eyes on his.

“I love you.”

She smiled at him so pretty. “You better.” She circled her hips and he tsked.

He tightened his hand at her hip and levered them to her rug. “Now I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll find out how you like rug burns on your ass as well as your knees.”

She moaned and he made that sound he knew she loved. She pleased him so much. So sexy and beautiful.

He got to his knees as she lay flat on her back, her thighs wide so he had a perfect view. He watched himself disappear into her body over and over, watched her nipples darken. She urged him in, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts.

There was sex, which he’d had plenty of to compare with what he did with Tuesday, which was sex times a million. He wanted to be in her as deep as he could. Wanted her to wrap around him like a cat.

He wanted to do things to her that left her begging for more, that left his touch burned into her heart and soul. Knew, too, that she’d already marked him that deeply.

Tuesday sheltered his battered heart. She was his safe place to be.

He sped up, pulling out to roll her to her side and slide back in.

Her answering gasp of surprised pleasure told him this angle was one he’d be trying again.

“I need you to come around me. I need that so bad right now,” he nearly snarled as she writhed, tightening her inner muscles around him.

Her hand burrowed between her legs and soon after came the slick brush of her fingertips as she got herself wet. Then the slow ebb and flow of rolling waves of her inner muscles as she drew closer to climax.

Her body was a siren call around his. She smelled good. Partly the light citrus of her body lotion teased with the earthy, rich scent of their sex.

She came then on a whisper of his name and he was so close behind her he couldn’t remember if he’d waited or they ended up coming that close together. Whatever the case, he continued to thrust until it felt like his knees were going to give out and he finally ended up on his back, gasping for air.

After they’d got up, they’d tossed on some clothes and headed downstairs to get something to eat and power them through two more rounds before they fell asleep.

Right as he was nearly unconscious, Ezra kissed the shoulder nearest his mouth. “Thank you for giving yourself to me the way you do.”

“I’m yours. You’re mine. That’s how it works,” she answered sleepily. “You were born to be mine. That’s what my mother said. She also said you’d be way too much for any normal woman to handle so that’s why I came along.”

He snorted, hugging her a little tighter. “That’s probably true. I should confess to you, though, that in my rush to get back to you, I left the chocolates I bought for you at the place we were staying. They’re going to mail the box here.”

“I suppose I can let you off with a warning this one time.” She pushed her butt into his crotch as she wiggled to get closer.

“Playing with fire,” he warned her,

“I just did three times. Surely even you can’t go...well now,” she nearly purred as he ground his fully revived cock into that sweet ass.

“Don’t worry. I’ll save it for when we wake up in a few hours.”

She hummed. “You’re on my approved-vendor list for all time. I love you, Ezra Hurley, rock star rancher with a heart of gold and a very large cock.”

“I love you, too, Tuesday Easton, woman of my dreams, artist, my beauty.”

“Yeah, that’s nice.” She sighed happily and when he fell asleep again, he knew he’d always have a place to return to.