His jaw tics and his gaze darkens in the most delicious way. Especially since it contrasts with the gentle way he touches me. Fingers brushing along my cheek. “Tell me you’re okay.” It’s as much a plea as a demand. “I’m okay.” It’s a raspy croak. “Can we just…stay like this for a minute?” “Yeah, of course.” He kisses me, soft and sweet. The burn fades and the fullness remains. I swivel my hips, testing out the way it feels. That strange discomfort flares momentarily and fades, something hot and needy taking its place.
