And when he lifts his head and meets my eyes—green dark with hunger and something softer underneath—I realize I don’t feel self-conscious.
I feel powerful.
Desired.
New.
Like this isn’t the continuation of an old life.
It’s the beginning of a completely different one.
And when I pull him back down to me, it isn’t because I’m unsure.
It’s because I want him exactly where he is.
“Spread your legs.Make room for me,” he instructs.
And I do.
Not because I’m being commanded.
Because I want him there.
Because I want to see what he sees.
He settles between my thighs, big and solid and entirely sure of himself, and the sight of him there—this powerful, imposing man kneeling for me—makes something inside me flip.
His gaze drops.
Slow.
Intent.
My breath catches.
I feel exposed.
Raw.
Vulnerable.
And sexy.
Unbelievably, undeniably sexy.
There is no hesitation in his eyes.
No judgment.
No impatience.
Just hunger.
“You’ve been hiding this perfect pussy from me, haven’t you, Honey?”he murmurs, voice thick with something that sounds dangerously close to reverence.
My stomach clenches.
I gasp.
