His lips are shockingly gentle against mine. It’s a slow, easy kiss that makes me desperate for more. But I’m desperate for this, too. For the press of his tongue against mine. For the way we explore each other slowly with teeth and lips and tongues like we have a lifetime.
Eventually, his hands slide down my body. He traces the dips and swells of me until I’m a pile of melted contentment in the bed. He hooks a hand behind my knee and curls my leg over his hip. When he finally presses into me, I sigh with relief.
“Tell me if I hurt you.” His whisper is breathy and uneven. He’s holding himself back.
I cradle his stubbled cheek and press our foreheads together. “The only way this will hurt is if you leave.”
He angles my hips and slides deeper. “I won’t leave, Viviana. There’s nowhere els
