“Promise. Now get on the bed already.”

His answering chuckle made my pussy clench. I swear. Even careful sex with this man might kill me. But it would be an awesome way to go.

“Just a minute,” he said, reaching around me to undo my bra. The straps slid down my shoulders and his eyes were huge, taking in my breasts. “I’ve been dreaming about these.”

“Have you?”

“Every fucking night. Your ass, your tits, your hair, your smile. Hell, your baking and hanging out in sweats. Everything about you gets to me.” His thumbs brushed over my nipples, turning hard to oh my God. He took their weight in each hand, massaging and squeezing. The man had large and capable hands. I thought I was in love. When he bent low to suck on my nipples, taking turns flicking and teasing them with his tongue, I shuddered and almost came. My panties were damp, clinging to the lips of my sex. Crazy town.

“You need to get on the bed,” I said, voice somewhat shaky. “Now.”

“Whatever you say.” Ziggy hustled off his jeans, his thumbs in the waistband of his navy boxer briefs. The outline of his cock without the denim in the way was even more impressive. “These too, Miss Cooper?”

“Hurry it up.”

At this, he outright grinned. Making this man smile was my new life goal. Except, instead of dragging down his underwear, he stopped and searched a pocket of his discarded jeans. Out came his wallet and inside were a string of three condoms. “I get checked regularly. Never have sex without protection. But we’ll go out tomorrow for more, okay?”

“First thing,” I agreed. “And I got checked for everything under the sun, moon, and stars after my ex. I’m clean.”

He nodded and tossed the prophylactics on the bed before dragging down his boxer briefs. A perfect cock sprang forth, swollen thick and lined with veins. Thank you, Baby Jesus. This man was mine. I reached out to touch, but he took a step back, climbing onto the bed with that grin again. Flat on his back, he took himself in hand and pumped once, twice. “You’ve still got your panties on, Mae. You’re getting left behind.”

“Don’t you dare start without me, Ziggy Thayer.”

“I can’t help if you’re being so damn slow.”

Mid-panty divesting, I kind of almost unfortunately lost my balance. Hopping on one foot, almost falling on my ass in front of my new boyfriend/lover/whatever he was wasn’t my finest moment. “Oh, man. I’m such a klutz.”

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, still playing with himself, which wasn’t fair at all. “Watching your breasts bounce like that was every Christmas and birthday come at once. Do it again.”