“I want you inside me.” His entire body tightened. “Yes.” He was too big. It had been nine years since a man had entered her, and she was too tight. She couldn’t take it. Ian groaned softly as he pushed all the way in. He took a long breath, his chest pressing hers. He wouldn’t look at her, turning his head so Beth stared directly at his cheekbone and rain-wet hair slicked to his skull. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. “No.” “Good.” He thrust once. “Good.”
