I press my lips to it, and he shudders under my touch. "You're incredible," I whisper.
He lifts me then, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom. When we get there, I take a moment to look around, wanting to learn every single thing about this man I can from the way his room is decorated. It's masculine, with navy blue sheets and heavy wooden furniture. But I barely notice because he's laying me gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
His eyebrows raise as his fingers go to the hem of my t-shirt. His deep voice washes over me. "Is this okay with you?"
"Yeah, yeah it's all okay with me."
He makes quick work of my clothes, and when my hands move down to the button on his shorts, he lifts his lips from mine and gives me a sexy smirk. "We need to have a discussion, babe."
"Yeah? What's that?" I open the button and then gather all my courage, reach down, and wrap my hand around his cock.
He hisses. A slow, sexy sound that causes my pussy to clench. "Condom? What do we need?"
I close my eyes and lick my lips to calm down my libido. "Yeah, we need a condom. There's been no reason for me to be on birth control for a while."
With his big hands, he reaches up and grasps my chin. "Whatever we need to do is fine with me."
I nod, thankful that he's not making a big deal out of it. I know a lot of men prefer not to use protection. Those long fingers reach up and pulls the cup of my bra down. That sexy mouth of his closes around my nipple, which has tightened in the cool air of the room. His tongue and teeth make my body shake.
There's a lot of fumbling because it's been so long since I've had sex, but Gunner doesn't make me feel awkward, instead he seduces me with his mouth and hands, his knees spread my legs apart, and I writhe against him. With two fingers, he breeches my entrance and presses his thumb to my clit.
I fall apart, with that small touch. Fucking fall apart.
He chuckles, his breath puffing against my neck.
"I'm so embarrassed" I manage to choke out, face flaming.
"Don't be, it's fucking hot."
And then that man stands up, puts on the condom, and slowly presses inside me as I whine against his shoulder.
What follows is tender and passionate, a blend of desperate need, and gentleness I don't expect. He worships my body like it's something precious, his hands and lips mapping every inchof my skin. When I arch beneath him, gasping his name, he captures the sound with his mouth.
"I've wanted this since the moment I met you," he confesses against my ear, his voice rough with emotion.
"Then why did you wait so long?" I tease, my fingers threading through his dark hair.
"Because you're worth waiting for."
With the shifting of his hips, and the thrust of his cock, he does something to me. Fixes what he didn't have to. The broken pieces and the complications and the beautiful chaos that comes with loving a single mother.
Afterward, we lie tangled in his sheets, my head on his chest as his fingers trace lazy patterns on my bare shoulder.
“I need to tell you something," I say quietly, my voice muffled against his skin. Scared to be completely honest with what was going on with Nathan.
"Anything."
I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I know I told you about what happened with my husband, but I didn't tell you the whole situation. My marriage... it wasn't good, Gunner. It started out amazing because we were in love, and he wasn't beaten down by what he saw every day, and what he dealt with from people who hated the police. After Rosa was born, things changed. Then toward the end? Nathan and I were talking about getting divorced. I'd met with a lawyer, and the papers were being drawn up."
His hand stills on my shoulder. "I can see why you never mentioned that."
"Yeah, it's not exactly first-date conversation." I lift my head to look at him. "We weren't seeing eye-to-eye about anything anymore. And most of that had to do with his job, and how he was treating me and Rosa."
Gunner's brow furrows. "The job is stressful, especially when personal shit is going on behind the scenes."
"He was a good police officer. But he brought the job home with him every night. The stress, the cynicism, the need to be in control of everything. After a particular incident, things got worse. He started seeing threats everywhere, even in our own home. He became suspicious and paranoid, and when I tried to talk to him about it, he shut me out completely."
I can feel Gunner's body tense beneath me, and I know what he's thinking.
