You can do this.
The belt came undone, and I moved to his zipper, pulling it down.
He helped me push his pants and boxers down, and then he was naked too.
Oh.
Oh my God.
He’s—He’s—Okay, don’t stare. That’s rude. Don’t just stare at his—too late. Definitely staring.
But in my defense, he’s—he’s perfect!
Absolutely perfect.
This is unfair.
I reached out, my hand wrapping around him, and he made a sound that sent heat straight through me.
“Cate,” he gasped, and his hand covered mine, guiding my movements.
I stroked him, watching his face, watching the way his eyes closed and his jaw clenched, and his breath came faster.
I’m doing this.
I’m making Gabriel Lyon lose control.
This is—this is power.
This is—“Stop,” he gasped, his hand stilling mine. “I need—I need to be inside you.”
Oh my God.
Oh my God, yes.
Please.
He reached for the nightstand, pulling out a condom, and I watched as he rolled it on with steady hands.
How is he so calm?
How is he so controlled?
I’m literally dying here and he’s...
He positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes meeting mine.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and his voice was rough but sincere.
He’s asking again.
Even now, he’s asking.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please. I want this. I want you.”
He pushed inside slowly, carefully, and I felt myself stretch around him.
Oh.
