He swung one leg across hers, careful not to crush her, keeping his weight on his knees and arms. They stretched out together, flesh on flesh, from chest to knee. He was going to burst. He reached one hand down to her curls to prepare her, make sure she was ready. He slipped one finger between the damp folds, mirroring the action of his tongue while they kissed.
Quincy pushed against his shoulders. He raised his head, stayed perfectly still while the room spun again. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no. Stop.” She turned her face aside, her fingers digging into his upper arms.
“It’s all right, I’ll be—”
She shook her head, killing him. “This isn’t what I meant to happen.”
Blood had been pounding through his veins like molten lava, but now it all froze solid. “You… touched me like that, and didn
