She does.
“This may hurt.”
“I know.”
“I’ll go slow.”
She swallows. “Okay.”
“If you need me to stop, I stop.”
“I know.”
I kiss her. Deep. Steady. Then I push into her inch by inch.
Every part of me wants to drive deep.
I do not.
I hold back with a level of control no battlefield ever asked from me. My arms shake. My jaw locks. Sweat breaks along my spine as she takes me, tight and hot and trembling beneath me.
Then I feel the barrier.
I stop again.
Her eyes shine up at me.
“Natalie.”
“I’m okay.”
“Hold on to me.”
She wraps her arms around my neck.
I kiss her as I press through.
Her cry breaks against my mouth.
I go still inside her, buried only partway, every muscle in my body locked against the need to move.
“I’ve got you,” I say against her lips. “I’ve got you.”
Her breathing shakes.
I wait.
I would wait all night.
Her fingers stroke the back of my neck, tentative and sweet. Then her body softens under mine.
“Jordan?”
“Yes.”
“Can you move now?”
Something dark and possessive opens in my chest.
