“Yeah?”
She props herself up slightly, looking at me. “I’m scared of this. Of how much I…” She stops, bites her lip.
“How much you what?”
“How much I want you.” The words come out in a rush.
I kiss her, cutting off her thoughts with my mouth on hers. She kisses me back, deeper this time. Her hands sliding up my chest, into my hair. I roll us so she's beneath me, careful of her head, my weight on my forearms.
“We should stop,” I say, even as my hips press against hers.
“We should,” she agrees, arching up into me.
“You're injured.”
“I'm fine,” she moans.
“This is a bad idea.”
“The worst,” she teases.
But neither of us stops.
Her hands are pulling at my sweatpants, and mine are sliding under the flannel she's wearing, finding warm skin. She gasps when I touch her, and that sound. Fuck, that sound.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, giving her one last out.
“Don't stop.” Her eyes lock on mine. “Don't you dare stop.”
So I don't.
This time it's different than before. Not the desperate collision of earlier but something that feels dangerously like making love.
I take my time with her, savoring every second. My hands trace the curve of her waist, learning the places that make her breath catch.
I kiss the hollow of her throat. “You’re perfect like this.”
I slide into her slowly, feeling her take me inch by inch. It’s almost too good, the way she fits around me. I move slow, gliding in and out, each motion drawing a soft gasp from her. This slowness feels better than the frenzy.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I say, my lips grazing her ear. “I could stay like this forever.”
Her hands explore my chest, fingers digging into my shoulders, pulling me closer. She arches beneath me, meeting each slow thrust.
Her eyes flutter, half-closed, and I cup her jaw gently. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you come.”
She does, sooner than I expect. Her breath hitches, her body tenses, and she comes fast, a quiet cry escaping her lips as she shudders beneath me. The sight of her pushes me to the edge. I follow, letting the wave build and crash as I spill into her.
We stay locked together, breathing in sync. I should pull away before this gets even more complicated.
But I don't.
I tuck her against my chest. Her head fits perfectly under my chin. Her hand rests over my heart.
“Sleep,” I whisper into her hair.
“Mmm.” She's already drifting off.
I should sleep too. But I can't.
