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I had no idea what to say to that. I knew I was good-looking. I never had trouble hooking up. That wasn’t what people tended to avoid about me. It was, well, everything else. Everything that made me who I am.

Everything that Tameron, apparently, had fallen in love with. That was what mattered.

But I did enjoy the fact that he found me good-looking. “Thank you.”

He rewarded my answer with a kiss to the base of my spine, but instead of lifting off me after that, he dragged his lips lower. He kissed over my hip—the right first, then the left. His fingers dug into the globes of my ass and he jiggled them slightly, then tugged them apart.

Cool air hit me, making my breath catch, and then there was stillness.

I could tell he was looking, and I let him.

He could do this for as long as he wanted.

A tentative finger brushed down the crack, circling the hole before grazing downward.

His palm caught my balls and he cupped them, rolling them gently just the way I liked.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

I said nothing, but my hips shifted restlessly. I was starting to feel desperate for more. And a beat later, I thought maybe I would have to beg.

Just as my lips parted and I took a breath to make sure I was loud enough for him to hear me, his lips touched my skin. He kissed the right cheek of my ass, then moved closer and closer to where I wanted to feel him most.

“Please,” I grunted loudly when he pressed his lips against my hole.

The pressure was gone, and I cast a look behind my shoulder. Tameron was looking right at me. “What was that?”

“Me begging,” I told him.

He laughed. “Oh. Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“I know. Just…please, baby. I need your mouth. Need to feel you.”

He sucked in a breath, then nodded and dug his fingers into my ass, spreading it wide.

I only had time to take in a single inhale before he dove down, and suddenly, his tongue was inside me.

Letting out a soft cry, I buried my face in the pillow as he fucked my hole deeper, faster, one hand reaching between my legs to grip my dick.

He didn’t stroke me, which was the only reason I didn’t shoot my load into the sheets below me. He gripped the base hard as he tongue-fucked me, and it was only when I saw white that he let go.

“Oh fuck,” I managed to get out.

He kissed over my ass cheeks, down the crack, then dipped his head low to draw my balls past his lips.

He was tender with me to the point that it made my gut ache and my legs lose strength.

When he pulled away, I was entirely pliant, my body moving with his strong hands as he put me on my back, my legs still spread, thighs pressed to his hips.

“Hello,” he murmured.

I swallowed but couldn’t form words, so I lifted a hand to my forehead. ‘Hello.’

He grinned, leaned in, then pulled back. “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t kiss you after I?—”

Gripping him by the back of his head, I tugged him all the way against me and kissed him furiously. “I don’t care. I don’t care,” I murmured against his lips.

He pulled back, his brows furrowed. “Again?”

“I don’t care,” I repeated carefully. “Tameron, I love you.”

“I guess I should eat your ass more often, huh?”

With a growl, I gripped his hair and held him fast. “You know that’s not why.”

His face softened. “I know. Day—baby. My love,” he said quietly. “I know.”

I kissed him again as his hand shifted to the side, reaching for something. Lube and a condom. I heard the snick of the cap, then felt his fingers back at my entrance. He pressed against it, probing a little. Testing. Waiting for permission.

“Do it.”

He let out his breath in a single exhale, then pushed two fingers inside me. I opened for him—easy and willing. He looked down at his hard cock, which was sitting right against mine, and thrust against me.

My chest went warm, my dick throbbing, spilling precum all over my lower stomach.

“Feels good inside you,” he said. “Different.”

I knew what he meant. Different from what he’d done before. Different from everything he knew. Better, but not because I was a man. Better because I was in love with him.

And he was in love with me.

“I want to feel you,” I said, gripping his hips. “Please.”

He nodded, his expression almost frantic as he struggled to open the condom wrapper.

I took over for him, my hands marginally steadier than his own, and I got the condom rolled over his thick erection.

He spread lube all over himself, then looked me directly in the eye as he positioned himself against me.

“Tam—”

“I love you,” he said, then thrust forward and entered me with a single, glorious slide.

My ass spasmed around him as I took his entire length, my vision going foggy again. My head hit the pillows as my hips lifted, and when he pulled out to slam into me again, I met his thrust with my own.

He grunted hard and loud, his arms trembling as he supported his own weight.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold him closer, his thrusts now furious nudges deep inside me.

Shifting my hips, I got him at the right angle so that when he pushed inside again, his dick grazed my prostate and the room lit up.

“Oh. Fuck, fuck, baby,” I gasped. I rolled my hips into his, both of us picking up speed as he fucked me into actual oblivion.

I was so close. God, I was so close. I was going to come, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

“Day—I can’t…I’m too?—”

“Yes,” I told him. I forced my vision to focus on his face, drinking in his wild eyes and parted lips as if I needed the sight of him to breathe. “Do it. I’m going to come. Take me with you.”

His hips moved rabbit-fast, frantic, his sharp moans punctuated by heavy breaths. I lost myself in the rhythm of it, the sensation of him pounding into me, and suddenly, I felt the spark.

The heat raced from the base of my spine, exploding under my skin—white-hot fireworks of pleasure. My dick throbbed, kicking hard, and just as I sucked in a breath, it exploded. I lost all strength, my body loose except for my abs, which tightened as I let go.

Hot ropes shot between us as his thrusts turned ragged, losing all rhythm. He pressed his hips hard against my ass, nudging deep inside me, the throbbing of his own dick hitting my prostate and making me see sparks as my body attempted to calm.

It took a short forever for me to get enough energy to wrap my arms around him, and the moment I did, he collapsed into the mess I’d left on my stomach.

His head lifted and we attempted to kiss, but it was mostly just parted lips and shared breath. He was warm all over, trembling slightly as he gave me all of his weight, and when I realized I couldn’t breathe, I turned us both onto our sides.

His cock slipped out of me with a wet squelch, and he quickly reached between us to hold the condom in place. When we settled, he pulled it off, tied the end, and dropped it over the side of the bed with a wet slap.

“That was…” he said after a long, long beat of silence.

I laughed softly, burying the sound against his neck. I could feel his pulse still hammering, and I laid a kiss there. “Yes.”

We basked forever, feeling our heated skin cool under the gentle breeze of the ceiling fan. Home, I realized. There were so many ways to feel that feeling, and this was one of them.

“Still love me?”

I leaned back, startled by the question. “Did you think I would feel differently after the best sex of my life?”

He stared for a second. “Was it?”

“The best sex of my life?” He nodded. “There are no words,” I told him. “But it wasn’t the amazing dicking you gave me.”

He burst into laughter. “Oh my god.”

I grinned and brushed a few locks of hair off his sweaty forehead. “I mean it, Tam. Your cock is amazing. I mean, Christ, the things it can do. But this feeling in my chest is because it’s you. I’m so fucking in love with you that it’s a little scary.”

His smile faded, but he still looked happy. “I know what you mean. I didn’t know I could feel this way and it scares the absolute piss out of me because if you ever decided to leave?—”

“I won’t.” I had no business making that promise because I wasn’t clairvoyant. I had no idea what the future held. But in that moment, I knew for sure he was my forever.

He swallowed thickly. “Me neither. But it would destroy me if it happened. If I lost you.”

Ah. There was that. My job was dangerous, and while there were far riskier professions, I understood Tameron’s fear.

“I’m always careful,” I told him.

He took a breath. “I know. But so were the people I served with. Then, one mistake changed a lot of lives. And took some too.”

I held him close. “I will do everything in my power to make sure I come home to this every night. And if you ever need extra reassurance, I will give it to you. It will never annoy me. Never.”

He pulled back and raised a single brow. “It might.”

Cupping his jaw, I shook my head. “No, Tam. It won’t.”

He stared at me for a long second, then his shoulders relaxed. “You actually mean that, don’t you?”

‘Yes,’ I signed. ‘I do.’

He bit his lip. ‘This will never annoy you either.’ He tapped his ear.

I laughed. “Not in the way you think. I might get a little annoyed when you leave the blender running or the water on?—”

He flushed, and I could tell he’d done that before.

“—or when the TV is too loud. But I will never be annoyed by you.”

He let out the breath he was holding. “Okay. I believe you.”

I wasn’t sure he did. Not yet. We had a long way to go. We had years to build up the trust he was hesitant to give, and we had years for me to have real faith that I deserved something this good. But the point was, we had those years.

Him and I.

This was it. He was mine, and I was his.

And we were home.