“Wait. What?” she said, blinking up at him, sure that somewhere in there he’d said something that had made sense.

“I might not be in love with you, Tinkerbelle, but I do know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said, smiling down at her. “You are the best part of my day, Tink. You make me feel whole and happy and when I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you. I’m not in love with you, but I know that I can’t live without you.”

She opened her mouth to…..well, she wasn’t sure what she was about to say, because at the moment she was having a difficult time in trying to figure out what he’d just said. He didn’t love her, but he felt the same exact way about her that she felt about him. The only difference? She knew that it was love.

And she knew that he loved her.

Smiling, she dropped her arms away and stepped back only to release an embarrassingly high squeal when Danny grabbed her, turned her around and pushed her up against the wall. “Now, while I’ve got your attention, why don’t I tell you about my game plan?”

*-*-*-*

“Game plan?” she asked, trying to turn around, but he stopped her with a kiss to her shoulder and a hand.

“Mmmhmm,” he murmured, kissing her neck as he ran his fingertips down her arms. When he reached her hands, he wrapped his hands around hers, raised them and pressed them against the wall above her head.

“What exactly is this game plan for?” she asked, licking her lips anxiously as she looked over her shoulder.

He leaned down and kissed her. “For you.”

“For me?” she asked against his lips.

“For you,” he said with a nod as he pulled away just far enough so that he could kiss her chin.

“Are you going to tell me about this game plan of yours?” she asked, sounding a little breathless as he kissed his way across her jaw.

“In detail,” he promised as he kissed his way down to her shoulder. “The first part of my plan is very simple.”

“Oh, and what is it?” she asked, closing her eyes and licking her lips as he traced the tips of his fingers back down her arms.

“Well, first,” he said, pausing long enough to lick a drop of water off her shoulder, “I thought we’d start off by answering a question that’s been bothering me for a while.”

“What’s that?” she asked, sighing when he continued to run his fingertips over her shoulders and down her sides.

He cupped her hips as he leaned in until his mouth was close to her ear. “What feels better, fucking you with my fingers or my tongue.”

*-*-*-*

“Are you ready to find out?” he whispered as he used his hold on her hips to gently pull her back so that her back was arched.

“Yes,” she heard herself whisper as she hungrily licked her lips, waiting to see what he would do next.

“Why don’t we start with my fingers?” he suggested in a sexy murmur as he used his foot to get her to spread her legs.

“Danny,” she said, moaning his name as she felt the tips of his fingers run down her hip, over her bottom and between her legs.

A startled gasp escaped her as he lightly traced her lips with his fingers. She could just barely feel it, but it was enough to have her spreading her legs wider, desperate for more.

“Do you like that?” he asked in a seductive whisper as he continued to lightly tease her.

“Yes.”

He kissed her shoulder as he continued to tease her slit, back and forth, back and forth. With each pass of his fingertips the pressure increased until a shuddering breath escaped her. His fingertips slid between her lips, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves desperate for his touch.

“How’s that?”

“Better,” she admitted, licking her lips as she pushed back, needing more, but the bastard refused to give it.

In fact, the bastard pulled back just enough to make her reconsider her old plans to kill him with her bare hands.

“Danny!”

“What is it, Tink?” he asked, kissing her cheek as he continued to tease her.

“Please!”

“Please, what, sweetheart?” he asked as he kissed her jaw.

“Please don’t make me kill you!” she snapped, so close to turning around and….and…and…

“Oh, God!” she gasped as he suddenly slid a finger inside her from behind.

It was a sensation that she’d experienced before and one that she was quickly falling in love with. For the past month they’d been pleasuring each other with their mouths and hands and although Danny had introduced her to a number of interesting and satisfying ways to pleasure each other, he’d never taken her like this. It made her wonder just how good it would feel-

“Tonight,” he said, his voice strained as he slowly slid his finger inside her, “after I get my answer, I’m going to fuck you just like this.”

“Oh, God…..,” she groaned, because she knew that if he didn’t make good on his promise that she was going to end up needing that defense attorney by the end of the night.

*-*-*-*

Pressing one last kiss to her jaw, he leaned back so that he could watch what he was doing. He watched as his finger disappeared inside her only to reappear, glistening with her juices. Adding a second finger and wishing that it was the cock straining between his legs to get to her, he continued to thrust his hand between her legs.

He savored her moans as he worked his fingers between her legs. She felt so good and he knew that if he continued doing this that she’d come, but he wanted a fair comparison and to do that, he needed to move on to the next stage of his plans.

Licking his lips in anticipation of that sweet treat that he’d long ago become addicted to, he dropped to his knees. “Are you ready, Jodi?” he asked, pulling his fingers away before she could answer.

He leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue through her slit, groaning as her sweet syrup coated his tongue. She tasted so fucking good, better than anything he’d ever tasted before. Closing his eyes, he leaned in further, savoring her as he ran the tip of his tongue over her core.

He loved the way she moaned, but he loved it more when she moaned his name so he made her do it again and again until he was forced to slap his hands against the tiled wall as his body trembled. He wanted her. God, how he fucking wanted her.

“Danny, please!” she sobbed, pushing back against his tongue.

He could have let her come like this, but…..

He needed to be inside her.

He gave her one last, long lick before he stood up. He shifted his legs, cupped her hip with one hand as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock, struggling to resist the urge to stroke himself as he quickly positioned the head of his cock at her slit.

“Which one did you like better?” he asked, simply to have something to distract himself with as he slowly pushed inside her.

“This,” she said, reaching back and slapping her hand on his hip, “I like this.”

“I like this too, baby,” he said, pushing the rest of the way inside her.

He reached around her and cupped her neglected breast, gently squeezing it as he weighed her breast in his hand, loving the way her hard nipple felt against his palm. He pulled back, groaning at the loss of her tight sheath only to moan when he pushed back inside, loving the way her silk walls tightened around him in welcome.