Taryn
The house felt like it was holding its breath.
Soft golden light from the fireplace flickered across the walls, shadows dancing around us as Caz and I stood in the quiet. My heart was pounding, but not with nerves—this was anticipation, reverence, need. The kind that curled in my belly and whispered that everything was about to change.
Caz stepped forward, brushing his knuckles down my cheek.
“You’re sure?” he asked, voice rough and low, threaded with emotion. “We don’t have to rush.”
“I’m sure,” I whispered. “I want this. I want you. All of you.”
His throat worked as he swallowed hard, and then his hands were on me, sliding up my waist, slow and certain. He lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head, kissing every new inch of skin he revealed—soft kisses to my shoulder, my col
