Damn.
So am I.
This feels like my first freaking time.
Which is ridiculous.
I started young.
Piled up the body count.
Added way too many notches on my bed post.
Hell, there’s barely any bed post left to scratch on.
I can’t do this when we’re both in such a complicated headspace.
Easing up, I press my hand into the mattress and hover over Asia. In the dimness of the room, I see the whites of her eyes contrasting against her brown skin.
It almost makes me smile.
She wasn’t kidding when she admitted to being afraid.
I pick up on her mood.
And I don’t rush.
This isn’t about taking from her. I know she’s trying to make a point, but she’s still there. In her mind. In that space.
She needs to get out of it.
I want her with me.
Here.
In this moment.
I need her with me when I touch her.
Her eyes shift to me.
Awareness brushes between us, lighting us up like a match left in a dry bush. Intimacy makes our eye contact longer, heavier. It really does feel like we’re the only two people in the world.
I kiss Asia long and slow. Her body relaxes beneath mine and we both fall into the rhythm of the embrace, getting used to each other again.
I caress her jaw softly, keeping my hands on her face until I can sense that she’s no longer overthinking this.
My lips detach from hers.
I press a kiss to her jaw.
To her cheek.
Drag it lightly over to her chin.
Her body arches.
Asia presses her hips to mine, grinding herself against me.