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She looks up. “Why?”

“Because I am approximately twelve seconds from embarrassing myself.”

Her eyebrows rise.

“Years, Serena. I managed years of celibacy, and now I can barely get through a conversation with you without contemplating several violations of public indecency. Forgive me if I’m still a little overenthusiastic.”

She giggles as though there’s something remotely funny about the fact that I’m naked, painfully hard, and entirely at her mercy.

Cruel, cruel woman.

I draw her up against me, wrapping an arm around her waist before rolling us over one last time.

Her laugh dissolves into a gasp when I settle between her thighs.

I position myself at her entrance and ease into her, every muscle in my body going rigid at the sensation.

Serena’s eyes lock on mine.

I stop. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

I move another inch, her nails digging into my back as I lower my forehead to hers.

I have made an enormous mistake. Several, actually, but most of them involve not doing this sooner.

Because this is⁠—

“Baryn.”

“What?” I bite at her lip.

“You’re not moving.” She grinds her pelvis against me.

“I am currently attempting not to die.”

Her mouth twitches. “So dramatic.”

“I’m inside the woman I’ve been obsessing over from the second I laid eyes on her. Allow me a moment.”

“Obsessing?”

Fuck. “Poor word choice. Can we discuss my humiliating emotional situation when I’m not inside you?”

“No, this seems like an excellent time.” She hooks her legs around my ass, pulling me closer.

I draw back before thrusting forward again, watching her lips part on a sharp, involuntary breath. “Still want to talk?”

Her nails dig into my shoulder blades. “Asshole.”

“That’s what I thought.” I pull almost all the way out and push back into her.

Her body adjusts around mine, and I have to close my eyes because watching her face might actually end this before either of us wants it to.

Her feet press into the backs of my thighs. “More.”

The last thread of my restraint snaps.