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I nod.

“Words, Nora.”

“Yes. Just—slow.”

His forehead touches mine. “I can do slow.”

He does. I feel pressure, strange and intense, then pleasure gradually threads through it as his thumb works over my clit. His finger finds some heavenly spot inside me that makes my toes curl. By the time he adds a second finger, I’m clutching his shoulders and breathing against his mouth, hips rocking into his hand.

“Hewit—”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do.”

His mouth finds mine, swallowing the sounds I can’t stop making. A few minutes later, I’m beginning to understand why people are willing to be vulnerable enough to want this.

The pleasure builds so slowly at first that I don’t recognize it. Then my entire body tightens, and I come with a startled cry against Hewit’s shoulder, clenching hard around his fingers while he strokes me through it, low and steady, murmuring something rough against my hair that might be my name until I’m shaking and oversensitive.

When my breathing finally settles, I open my eyes to find Hewit watching me, his eyes soft and hungry.

I touch his face. “That was…”

“Yeah.”

“Very articulate.”

His mouth twitches. “You used all the words when you came.”

My cheeks heat. “Oh, God, did I?”

His thumb drags across my flushed cheek. “Yeah. And I’d like to hear them all again.”

My nerves return, but they have nothing to do with fear. It’s the very practical realization that Hewit is a large man in every possible sense, and I have absolutely no frame of reference for whether this is going to work the way I’m hoping.

I glance at his cock, then back at him. “Hewit?”

His expression changes immediately. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to.” I pause, then add, “I’m just having a brief will that actually fit moment.”

“It’ll fit.”

I give him a look. “Bold claim for a man smuggling a fence post in his boxers.”

Hewit laughs, low and rough. Then his expression softens, his thumb brushing over my hip. “I’ll go slow. We’re not in a hurry. If it hurts, I stop. If you need more time, you get more time. Whatever it takes to feel you come apart around my cock.”

Heat curls low in my stomach. “God, I want that.” I slide my hand down his chest, over the ridges of his stomach, and cup him through his boxers. He’s so hard it has to hurt. “I want you inside me, Hewit.”

He closes his eyes as if the words physically pain him. When he opens them again, his restraint is visible in every line of him. “I have condoms.”

I arch an eyebrow. “You haven’t had sex in years.”

His cheeks flush. “Bought them after you kissed me.”

My eyes widen as he reaches into the bedside drawer. “Hopeful purchasing?”

“Prepared.”