“What if you’re too big?” I ask. “Then we’ll stop.” “I don’t want to stop.” I try to shove down again, but Derek’s hand stays steady on my hip. Lucky he does, too, because the small movement was too much too quick, and it legitimately hurts for the first time. A hiss escapes my teeth. “I need you to be patient, or I’m taking it away.” “You can’t.” “I can. I want this too, but I’m not going to let you hurt yourself.”
