My cock jerks in her hand involuntarily, and she smiles.
“That’s a yes?” Her voice is teasing, but underneath I hear the question. The choice she’s giving me.
“Yes.” My voice comes out strangled. “God, yes. But Harper—” I catch her wrist, stilling her. “Are you sure? Because once we do this—” I swallow hard. “Once I’m inside you, everything changes. You understand that, right?”
Her eyes widen slightly. Good. She should know what this means to me.
“I’m not going to be able to let you go after this,” I continue, holding her gaze. “So if you’re not ready forthat, if this is just tonight, we should stop now while I still have the willpower.”
For a moment, she just stares at me. Then her free hand slides to the back of my neck.
“Stop thinking, Caleb Graham,” she whispers. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
It’s not a declaration. Not a promise. But it’s enough.
Ohfuck.
This is it.
We’re about to?—
Because suddenly, she’s placing my cock there.
Right there.
Lining up the bulbous tip of my cock right up against where she’s wet and impossibly soft, and then—oh Jesus?—
She shifts—a small, decisive movement to roll above me—and suddenly she’s positioning me right there. Right where she’s wet and soft and I’m hard and about to lose my mind.
“Wait,” I breathe, hands gripping her hips. “Slow. I need?—”
I need to memorize this. Every second. Every sensation.
She holds my gaze as she sinks down, just the tip first, and we both gasp at the contact.
“Harper—” It’s a guttural moan.Oh fuck, I’m inside her.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, nails digging into my shoulders. “Please don’t stop.”
Another inch. The heat, the pressure, the impossibleperfection of her body accepting mine—I have to remember to breathe. And fight not to lose control immediately.
“Look at me,” I rasp, and her eyes flutter open. They’re wet. Overwhelmed. Mirror images of exactly how I feel.
“You feel—” My voice breaks. “God, Harper. You feel like coming home.”
She makes a sound—half laugh, half sob—and sinks down the rest of the way in one slow glide that makes us both shake.
For a moment, we just breathe.
Justfeel.
We’re connected to each other in every imaginable way.
My hips jerk upward in spite of my determination to stay in control, and I groan as she rotates and grinds on me where I’m buried to the hilt inside her.
Holyfuck.
It’s nothing like they said it would be. Everyone talks about this like it’s just physical. They’re all liars. This is?—