But then he tugged her close and kissed her all slow and with a smile yet on his lips and her body melted. She ended up naked in bed with him not long afterward. It was different this time around—softer, gentler, almost lazy as they lay facing each other and explored and touched and kissed.

She still had on her legs, hadn’t really thought about it, but as he stroked his hands over her body, his skin slightly rough and all perfect, she found herself saying, “Do you ever think about the fact I have prosthetic legs when we do this?”

Had she planned to ask the question instead of it just coming out, she might’ve expected shock or perhaps anger. People didn’t like being questioned—many took it as an insult when she was just curious.

Danny shrugged. “A couple of times at the start, when I worried I’d inadvertently hurt you in some position”—he pressed a hand over her mouth when she scowled and parted her lips—“but then I realized d’oh, this is Caitlin I’m thinking about.”

A wicked grin. “I know you’d tell me to get the hell off if I was hurting you or if I was causing your legs to twist or bend in an uncomfortable way. Just like you did when we were roughhousing as kids. So then I stopped worrying.”

Had any other man said those words to her, she wouldn’t have believed him. It was easy to say such things, harder to live them. But she could say with certainty that Danny never held back with her. The fact he’d had to come to terms with how to see her once they began having sex made sense too—she’d had to do the same after all.

“Harrumph,” she said once he’d removed his hand. “I should’ve bitten you.”

“Then you’d have to kiss it better.” Grin more than wicked now, he nudged her onto her back so he could come over her.

She went, because she was feeling lazy and sexy and because he was gorgeous and funny and she… liked him. There. That hadn’t been so hard to admit. She really liked Daniel Tana Esera.

Wrapping her arms around him, she sighed as he slid into her after grabbing the protection from the bedside table. They’d learned their lesson, kept it handy now. As they moved together with languorous ease, neither one of them in a rush, Danny nuzzled and kissed her throat while she kissed the muscled curve of his shoulder, and inside her, things grew warm and tight and it had nothing to do with orgasm.