The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2)(56)

“I’ve never, not once, had with another guy what I have with you.”

His expression opened right up, he reached, caught me at the back of my neck and pulled me up to his mouth so he could kiss me.

He kept his hand at my neck to settle me back down and murmured, “You’ll feel the difference too. But if it’s too soon for you, we’ll wait.”

“I was just curious, Talon. Seriously.”

“All right.”

“I’ll get the prescription filled tomorrow at lunch.”

“Okay, baby.”

I understood shutting down when I had to ask, “Do you need to be, um . . . tested? Because I’ve had my annual exam since getting quit of Perry so I’m good. But . . .”

“Right, we’re here,” he muttered.

Oh shit.

Again, he didn’t make me work for it.

“I was into you the second I laid eyes on you,” he announced.

I felt my own eyes get big.

“I’ve always been careful with protection,” he carried on. “More like obsessive.”

“Well, that’s good,” I murmured.

“That’s not all.”

“All right,” I said.

“Never went that long without pussy, but didn’t want it, it wasn’t yours,” he continued. “So I haven’t been checked, but I also haven’t fucked anyone since I met you.”

That had been a really long time.

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

He shrugged, looking uncomfortable.

“Toby, that’s sweet,” I whispered.

But it wasn’t sweet.

It was . . .

It was . . .

It was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard.

“Mm,” he hummed.

“Really,” I stressed.

“Unh-hunh.”

I slid my hand up his chest, got on my knees, then pressed the rest of me to his chest and glided my hands in his hair.

“How did you go that long our first time if you haven’t—?” I started to ask.

“Baby, I got a hand and I’m not scared of lube, and you’re all that’s you and I got an active imagination. What do you think?”

I grinned.

His dark brows rose. “Those vibrators seen any action ’cause of me?”

“They’re named Toby One, Two and Three.”

His arms suddenly snatched me to him and he twisted, falling to his back in the bed with me on top.

“Actually, I should have called them Toby, Tobias and Talon, but I wasn’t feeling inspired in that way,” I shared.

He was grinning when he asked, “What way were you feeling inspired?”

“Let’s just say, in Toby and Addie Fantasyland, you’re addicted to my blowjobs.”

He burst out laughing and rolled us so he was on top.

But all of a sudden, I wasn’t feeling anything was funny.

“I’ve got some miles on me, honey,” I admitted.

“So?” he asked. “I do too. You got a problem with that?”

I pressed my lips together and shook my head, feeling the relief that Toby was all things Toby.

“You want me to get tested?” he offered.

“I think for you and me, it would be wise.”

“I’ll get tested,” he murmured.

“Toby?”

“Yeah?”

“Just to say, you’re pretty awesome.”

He smiled and lines formed beside his eyes when he did.

I’d probably noticed them before, but being all about that beard, those white teeth, his hair (and incidentally, his lips), I hadn’t taken in his eyes.

They were as awesome as the rest of him.

“Day one is done with us and we got our shit tight,” I bragged.

His smile got bigger and he kissed me.

When he finished doing that, he did this cute thing with rolling us this way and that to get us under the covers.

He reached for his lamp.

I reached for mine.

They went out.

But the glow from his Christmas lights outside filled the room.

He pulled me in his arms.

I settled there.

I gave it a while before I shared, “You should know, even with it being just after that ugly scene with Perry, the second I noticed you, it was you for me too.”

“I know, Adeline. You told me I was perfect so that wasn’t lost on me.”

I tipped my head back and looked at him through the glow. “I did?”

“Yeah, and I hadn’t even got the shot to be as perfect as I actually am.” His arms tightened around me. “So you might have lost your touch with that dick of an ex-husband, but you got your good instincts back when you noticed me.”

“Sadly,” I groused “cocky is hot.”

“I know that too.”

“You need to shut up and go to sleep,” I informed him.

He tipped his beard into his neck, brushed his lips against mine, and whispered there, “Okay, honey.”

Then he cupped the back of my head, shoved my face in his throat, his beard now brushing my forehead, and relaxed into me.

I stared at his throat.

And something struck me.

“You don’t have to feed Brooks in the morning.”