She wasn’t awkward about it; it was her life and she was at home in it. But most guys were. Weirdly, even Ward had been that way even though he was also a user of prosthetics, having had his left leg amputated below the knee as a child. His discomfort should’ve been her first clue, but hey, her dickhead radar wasn’t foolproof; at least she’d only made that particular mistake once in all her years on this planet.

What she’d learned today was that there would never be any awkwardness with Danny. No matter what. He’d been too long a part of her life, and she was too used to him—and he to her.

Shouldn’t that have made them less likely to burn up the sheets? The whole familiarity-breeds-contempt thing? It certainly had been like that for a long time. Until they went from zero to nuclear.

…the hotter a flame, the faster it burns out.

Danny’s words were still echoing in her head when she felt him wake behind her. A stirring of a bigger body, a yawn against her skin… and a cock that grew rapidly harder as it nestled against her buttocks.

When he kissed lazily at her neck, she sighed and let him do it. If they were going to implode fast and hard, she’d enjoy the ride to that inevitable final destination. Reaching back, she played with his hair as he kissed her while petting her breasts.

Then, feeling wild and carefree, she stroked one hand down her body to tuck it between her thighs, where she used a single finger to stroke the delicate folds of her pussy. Danny groaned and moved his hand over her arm until he was gently “pushing” his way between her thighs.

Of course, there was nothing of force about it. It was sensual play.

His voice was rough when he said, “Show me” and placed his fingers exactly over her own.

Mirroring her. Learning her.

Damn, it was hot.

Especially when he nudged her hand aside after several long, languid minutes and began to touch her exactly as she’d touched herself. She found herself twisting, writhing, and going tight as a vise around the finger he pushed into her.

His breath rough, harsh, he said, “Shit, all the condoms are in the bathroom.”

She didn’t like it when he withdrew from her and left to grab one. But he returned so quickly that he had to have run. Then he was back, the fingers of one hand playing with her engorged clit while he nudged into her from behind.

It felt different this way.

Not bad. Just different. And good. So, so good.