My fingers work fast, but his are faster.He undoes the belt, the button, the zipper, and drops his jeans to reveal black boxer briefs that are doing their best but failing spectacularly to contain him.
And oh holy hell, the head of his cock is already peeking above the waistband.I stop breathing.
There is an actual, physical war happening inside me.Part of me wants to drop to my knees and taste him.Devour him.Worship him like the fucking religion I just found.
But like he knows what I’m thinking he shakes his head.
“Later,” he growls, his voice pure sex and command.“Your turn now.”
He grips me by the waistband of my jeans and drags me forward.I gasp, nearly losing my balance as he sinks to his knees.
My jeans come off with his big hands working fast, reverent but impatient.Then he peels off my underwear like a man unwrapping a gift he’s been dreaming about for years.
Our clothes end up scattered in a messy trail—like we’re not just stripping off layers, we’re shedding something deeper.
Fear.Hesitation.Control.
He stands, eyes blazing gold, and cups the back of my neck with one hand while the other settles on my waist, dragging me in for a kiss so deep, so all-consuming, I forget my own damn name.
I break it only to pant against his mouth, “It’s too soon.”
And he stills.
Barely.
Like a predator in the brush, sensing a shift.His body stays pressed to mine, heat and muscle and sheer male intensity, but I can feel the way he reins himself in.His lips hover near mine, breath hot.
“You want to stop?”he asks, voice rough but steady.
And there’s no pressure in it.No guilt.Just a quiet strength holding the space open for my answer.
My heart stutters.
I should say yes.
I should slow this down.
But my body, my heart, my soul?They already know him.
So maybe it’s not too soon.
Maybe it’s just right.
Maybe fate doesn’t work on clocks and calendars.Maybe it works on pull.
And this man?
He pulls me like gravity.
Hard.
Fast.
Forever.
Golden eyes darkened with restraint.Lips kiss-swollen.Chest heaving.
“Want me to stop?”he asks again, his voice hoarse but steady.
