“Any more of that and I’ll come in your mouth.”

“That’s okay with me,” I reply breathlessly.

“No.” He shakes his head and lathers his hands with my body wash. “I’m going to come inside you, after I’ve made love to you for about three days.”

I laugh at his words, but then still as his hands glide over my body, cleaning me thoroughly. When his fingers reach my core, he slows his movements further, teasing me as he washes me, smiling when I gasp and pant and have to grip his arms to stay upright.

“You enjoy this.” I lean in and tug gently on his nipple with my teeth.

“I enjoy you, more than you’ll ever know, sweetness.” His breathing has changed. He shuts the water off and wraps a towel around his hips before drying me off completely. Before he can do so himself, I pull the towel off him and dry him off myself.

“Come.” He pulls the towel from my hand and tosses it aside and leads me to the bed.

With gentle hands, he guides me down onto the bed. The lover from the kitchen is gone and has been replaced by one with tender hands and soft, loving eyes. He rolls me onto my back and covers me with his warm, clean body, resting his pelvis against my own. My fingers glide up and down his back as he settles over me, brushes the hair off my cheeks, and nudges my nose with his.

“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?”

Rather than answer, I capture his lips with my own and kiss him long and slow, pushing my fingers through his thick, raven hair, gliding my hands down his back and arms. I can’t stop touching his smooth, warm skin, everywhere I can reach.

His lips leave mine and travel up to my eyes, over to my cheek, and farther still to my ear as his hips move and his hard cock rubs against my wet, pulsing core.

“I love making love to you,” he whispers, sending tingles through me as he rears back and pushes inside me, then stops when he’s buried as far as he can go.

My heart stutters at the mention of love. It’s too soon for love. Isn’t it? I know that what I feel as he begins to move is bigger than anything else I’ve ever felt for anyone in my life.

Ty’s nose drags down my neck as he begins to move in long, slow thrusts. He pushes his pubic bone against my clit, then pulls back slowly and repeats the motion over and over. My legs hitch up around his hips. He reaches down and pulls my left leg up over his shoulder, spreading me wider, and pushes in even farther, stealing the breath from my lungs.

“God, Ty, you feel so good.”

“This is all you, beautiful.” He moves just a little faster, increasing the friction. My body tightens around him, and I can’t stop the wave of ecstasy that moves through me, settles in my belly, and shoots out in all directions.

“That’s it, love, let go.”

There’s that word again. My back arches off the bed as another wave moves through me. Ty pulls my nipple into his mouth and tugs, watching me intently as he moves over me, making love to me more tenderly than he ever has before. His eyes clench shut as he pushes in as far as he can go and comes silently, shaking with the force of his climax.

“I—” He buries his face in my neck.

“What?” I ask breathlessly, stroking his back with my fingertips.

“You’re just—”

I chuckle and kiss his cheek, not caring in the least that the bulk of his weight is on me. “I need pie,” I whisper into his ear.

He pulls up onto his elbows and watches me, his eyes serious and mouth grim.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head and kisses me softly. “Not a damn thing.”

“Are you sure?”

He pulls out and rolls us over so I’m lying on top of him. “I’m sure.”

I sit up and begin to roll off him, but he pulls me back into his arms.

“What’s wrong?” I try again.

“I like having you in my arms.” He pushes my hair over my shoulder and kisses my arm.

“It’s definitely one of my favorite places to be.” I grin and kiss his chin. “It feels safe here.”

“You are safe here, Lo.” He reverses us again, so he’s leaning over me and looking down into my eyes. “I promise.”

“You’re good to me.”

“That’ll never change.”

I grin up at him and rub my palm over his cheek, enjoying the way the short stubble there feels against my skin.

He turns his face and plants a kiss in the center of my hand before pulling away and helping me to my feet. “Now, about that pie.”

“The last one downstairs has to sweep up the flour mess!” I sprint ahead of him, giggling like a maniac as I fly down the stairs with Ty hot on my heels.

“You’re a cheater! You got a head start!”

I beat him to the kitchen, panting and laughing as I hand him a broom. “You sweep and I’ll cut the pie.”

Rather than take the broom from my hands, he pulls me against him and kisses me long and hard, then lets go just as quickly and turns toward the mess on the floor as he pulls the broom from my grasp. “I want ice cream with mine.”

The weekend has been the perfect combination of work and relaxation, especially after the disaster of a week we just had. Ty stayed at my place and was content to catch up on his own work while I dove into mine. Now, all too soon, we are driving out to the Lazy K Ranch for Sunday football.

“You know, you could have just come spent some time with the guys. You didn’t have to bring me,” I say as Ty turns onto the driveway that leads down to the ranch.