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“I’m okay,” I say definitively, feeling emboldened with every touch. “The first time you make me come, I want you to be able to watch.”

Henry’s eyes slam closed as his whole body shudders, his cock twitching against my thigh.

“Fuck, Norah,” he says, and then he kisses me with such ferocity that I feel the precipice of my orgasm building without him even touching any of my trigger points.

And then his hand slides between us, the same two fingers gliding easily back inside me, the heel of his hand pressed exactly where I need him, eliciting a breathy sigh. I’m honestly not sure if it’s from me or him. But he’s gazing into my eyes with so much raw emotion, it may as well have been the both of us.

“Henry,” I gasp as the pressure starts to build in my center with his rhythm.

“I’ve got you,” he tells me, kissing me softly as I run my fingers through his hair, arching deeper into his hand. “I promise I’ve got you, Norah.” His breath is shaky too. “Always.”

One more indescribable twist of his dexterous hand, and my body gives in to him completely, waves erupting from my center, warmth spreading across my whole body, up my back and down my shoulders.

“Hen” is all I can get out, my breath completely ragged.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off me. His beautiful blue eyes, absorbed mostly by pupils at this point.

“Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real,” he says softly, finally removing his fingers from me and pressing his lips to my jaw.

I laugh shakily. “Is that a good thing?”

“Yes, Norah.” Henry slides the fingers that were inside me into his mouth briefly. He shuts his eyes and sucks in a long breath through his nose.

Seeing him in this state is absolutely thrilling. I want more of him. I want to undo him the way he did to me.

I reach for him, my thumb circling around the glistening head of his length before wrapping my hand around him, and with one long stroke, Henry lets out a sharp groan, eyes looking at me with almost panic. His fingers close around my wrist.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything else. Watching you was enough for me.”

He looks earnest, but his cock pulses in my hand, heat gathering between my thighs all over again.

“But what if it wasn’t enough for me?” I ask.

His eyes narrow, a question forming between his brows.

“Don’t get me wrong, I feel fucking incredible right now. But Henry,” I say, “I need you inside me. I need to feel you. Please?”

A muscle in his jaw twitches, then a wicked grin spreads across his face. He rolls us over so he’s on top of me, the weight of him alone making me feel heady. He kisses me once, forearms framing my head.

“I want you so badly, Norah. I just didn’t want you to feel…” He pauses, searching for the word. “Obligated.”

“I definitely do not feel obligated.” The words roll off my tongue so quickly that they elicit a chuckle from him.

“Good.” Henry sighs into my neck, kissing my shoulder. “Good. But just give me a minute, okay? That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I need a sec or I’ll come before I even get the condom on. And no one wants that.”

“But you have one?” I ask. “A condom?”

“I do,” Henry says, sitting back on his heels. “I went to the front desk while you were showering that morning at the inn, after we almost…”

I clutch my chest. “Sweet old Alice knew we were going to have sex before I did?”

He hops off the bed, laughing.

“You should have seen the look she gave me. Like she knew all along.”

“I didn’t even know that night, when we were checking in,” I say.

He nods, and swoops into the bathroom. I can hear him rummaging through his bag.