“Gunner, fuck me,” she whispered after they parted from the kiss.
“I like when you talk dirty to me,” he teased. He parted from Dawn momentarily to retrieve a condom from the back pocket of his jeans.
“I love that you came ready,” she flirted back.
“Never hurts to be prepared,” Gunner said, grinning. He tore the packaging, slipped the condom on. God knew his cock was already hard and ready for her heat.
Gunner resumed position, hoisting her legs above his shoulders. He leaned in close, pinning her arms above her head. By the heat in her eyes, he could tell she liked that. He spread his fingers over hers and then entered her.
He didn’t push in right away, but slowly and carefully, wanting to make sure she felt every inch of him. Dawn groaned when he finally buried himself to the hilt. “You good?” Gunner asked her.
“Move, Gunner.”
And he did, pumping in and out of her with slow and leisurely strokes, before building up speed. Dawn felt so good around his dick, squeezing and milking every inch of him. Gunner reduced them both to painting and needy animals, and before long their bodies were covered in sweat.
At Gunner’s last thrust, she cried out and arched her back. He knew he found her sweet spot and kept aiming for it, over and over again. Each time he entered her, it felt like a piece of his soul drifted out to touch hers.
His balls drew in tight against his body. So close, he thought, but he wanted to hear her sweet cries of pleasure again first. Gunner made sure with each push, his dick brushed against her clit. Eventually, Dawn came, screaming out his name, the sound like music to his ears.
Gunner entered her a few more times before he hit climax. The pressure building inside him burst open. The room fell away from his line of sight as he emptied his balls. Gunner lingered inside her a few moments, kissing her on the mouth before pulling away.
He rose, headed to the bathroom, disposed of the condom, and grabbed a towel. Gunner returned to Dawn, cleaning both of them up, before sliding next to her in bed.
Gunner lay on his side, draping his arm protectively over Dawn’s waist. Using his fingers, he traced slow, absentminded circles against the warm skin of her stomach. They didn’t speak, didn’t need to. With Dawn, he found a comfortable silence.
Her bare back was pressed against his chest, her body fitting against his like she’d been made for him. He hadn’t felt this settled in a long damn time—maybe ever.
The soft rhythm of her breathing, the way she relaxed in his arms did something to him. He wasn’t used to this. Women were fun, a distraction at best, but this? This was different. He wanted to hold onto it.
Dawn shifted slightly, curling her fingers over his hand where it rested on her stomach. “You’re still awake?” she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion.
“Yeah,” he rumbled, tightening his grip around her. “Just thinking.”
She gave a lazy chuckle. “Dangerous habit.”
His lips twitched. “Depends on what I’m thinking about.”
She turned her head slightly, glancing at him over her shoulder. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over her face, highlighting the contentment in her soft features. It made something tighten in his chest.
“Regretting dinner?” she teased.
He huffed, amused. “Hell, no. Best meal I’ve had in a long time.”
She smiled sleepily. “Good. You can come over anytime. Especially if we end the night like this.”
Gunner chuckled, pulling her even closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. His lips brushed against her shoulder, a slow, deliberate press of warmth.
“Careful what you offer, sweetheart. I might take you up on that every damn night,” Gunner warned.
She sighed, melting further into his hold, and it wasn’t long before her breathing evened out, her body going completely slack in sleep.
Gunner stayed awake, his mind still too wired, too focused on the woman in his arms. He had no business feeling this way so soon, but he did. And he wasn’t the kind of man to ignore his gut.
Dawn was his now, and no one—especially not that rat bastard Jesse—was going to touch what was his. He would protect her, keep her safe. Even if it meant burning the whole damn world down.
