“What? Weak.”
He shakes his head, lips lightly grazing mine. “No. Yourself.”
My breath catches. “Drew,” I whisper.
“I know, baby.” He rubs against me, his head slipping inside. “Don’t fight it. It’s uncomfortable, but you can show me who you are.”
My legs wrap around his waist. “I-I’m scared.”
He kisses me again. “Don’t be, baby. I won’t judge you.”
I stare at the earnest expression on his face.
He means it.
“You never have to be scared of me.” He moves slightly, keeping just the tip inside me. I arch, wanting more, but he doesn’t give it to me.
“I’ll protect you, Violet. Like you have me.” He grabs my hand, placing it over his heart. “I love you.”
Tears slip down my face.
“I love you.”
Then he slides deeper, moving so slowly that I feel every inch. He continues until he can’t go any further.
I exhale, my eyes locked with his.
He shakes his head. “Don’t say it. I already know.”
Then he begins moving, slow and steady, driving me insane.
I cling to him, moaning from how good he feels. How right.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “For me.”
More tears spill. “Dammit, Drew.”
He grins, still maintaining the slow, sweet pace that’s unraveling more than just my body.
“It’s only fair I see this side of you,” he says, grinning as he kisses my forehead. “You know I had Poison Ivy on my ass, balls, and dick.”
I bark out a surprised laugh.
And then I grow serious, realizing what he just did.
He knew I was reaching the point of overload.
That I’d start resisting.
So he made me laugh, relaxing me.
I wind my arms tighter around his neck, moving my hips with his. “You’re incredible.”
He rains kisses over my face, ending with my lips. “So are you.”
He’s so deep inside me that I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
His jaw clenches. “I’m seconds from losing it. But I refuse...” he pulls out to the tip, then shoves himself deep. “Until you come first.”
