“Then keep it low. Don’t hold it back.”
A laugh slips out of her, breathy and wrecked.
I want to keep that sound.
She tugs at me again. “Jayce.”
That’s all she has to say.
The rest goes fast and slow at the same time.
Boots kicked off. Clothes stripped away piece by piece. Her hands on me, mine on her, every touch turning rougher and more careful all at once.
I keep watching her face.
Keep giving her room to stop me.
She doesn’t.
She pulls me closer.
Greedy little thing.
Brave little thing.
When I settle between her thighs, she goes still for half a breath. I feel it. I stop instantly.
Her hands lock on my arms. “Don’t stop.”
“You sure?”
“If you ask again, I’ll scream.”
I lower my forehead to hers. “That a threat?”
“That’s motivation.”
A laugh scrapes out of me.
Then she says it.
Small.
Breathless.
Honest.
“You’ll be my first, and I’ll be really mad if you stop halfway.”
Everything in me locks.
The room goes dead quiet.
Her eyes search mine.
“What?”
I push up on one arm, putting space between us, even though every part of my body hates me for it.
