Paused.
He breathed.
“More.”
Another fraction.
Another pause.
Every instinct in my body urged me to close the distance between us.
Love made me wait each time.
Noah’s breathing turned rough.
“Too much?”
“No.”
His hand squeezed mine.
“I can feel all of you.”
“Not all yet.”
“Keep going.”
I entered him slowly until there was no space left between our bodies.
The sensation overwhelmed me.
Heat.
Pressure.
The intimate hold of him.
A body I knew and was discovering again.
Noah trembled in my arms.
Neither of us moved.
I pressed my mouth to his shoulder.
“Color?”
“Green.”
“Pain?”
“Two.”
“Fear?”
He took time to answer.
“Not fear.”
