His eyes fall closed and his forehead rests against mine. For a very long few seconds, I’m terrified that he’s going to back out. But he lifts his head, determination and something else I can’t quite identify crossing his face. “I’ll go slow.” “Okay.” He reaches between us and lines himself up, the blunt tip nudging my entrance this time. Chase’s gaze stays locked on my face as he pushes in just a bit.
