He rears back and looks at me with a half-smile on his face. “Emma, you spent the night in a hospital only three days ago, remember?”
I just push my hips into his groin a little harder. “I can take it.”
He shakes his head. “I’ve created a monster.”
“Then maybe you need to tame me.”
“Oh, I plan to,” he says with a fierce snarl. Then he sighs and it smooths out again. “Just… not tonight.”
He silences me with a kiss, his fingers pushing my skirt up and my panties aside. My heart is thrumming softly as he glides his fingers over my c**t. Usually, the s*x is so explosive that I can’t think straight.
This is different.
I am thinking. About how good this feels. About how gentle he’s being with me. How easily it would be to misconstrue his tenderness for love.
When he finally enters me, I
