Page 62 of Most Likely to Fear Love

My heart raced as he gently laid me down on the bed, his body hovering over mine. The heat of his skin against mine was intoxicating, as I ran my hands along his muscular back.

His lips found mine again, and I lost myself in the kiss. It was deep and passionate, filled with a hunger that matched my own. I arched into him, craving more contact, more friction.

Harle’s hand slid down my body. When his fingers brushed against my inner thigh, I gasped, breaking the kiss. He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire but also questioning, making sure I was okay.

I was. More than okay. But I also knew my body. Knew what I was capable of. And what I wasn’t. Burying my fingers in his hair, I dragged him down for another searing kiss, then wrapped my legs around his waist.

He pulled back in surprise, looking down at me. “Cassidy…”

“No, don’t. I won’t come, no matter what you do.”

The small frown that settled on his face was pretty endearing. He went to say something, but I was done with talking.

‘Please, Harle, just fuck me.”

His eyes darkened at my words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Okay. I will. But you and me are gonna have a chat about this tomorrow.”

With his eyes on mine, he eased into me, filling me completely.

I gasped, my back arching off the bed at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck, Cassidy,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel amazing.”

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, urging him deeper. He started to move, his hips rolling against mine in a steady rhythm. Okay, so this was really nice, actually. I’d never imagined it could be like this. My experience had all been lights off, a quick fumble, a couple thrusts and done. If only I could switch my thoughts off, I might even…

I tried to focus on the sensations, on Harle’s body moving against mine, but my mind wouldn’t quiet. Thoughts raced through my head, a constant stream of worries and doubts. What if I couldn’t get pregnant? What if all of this was for nothing? And god, what would happen after these ten days were over?

Harle’s lips found my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, “You feel so good, darlin’.”

I closed my eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, to concentrate on Harle’s touch, his scent, the way he filled me so completely. But my mind kept spinning, jumping from one worry to the next. Was I moving enough? Should I be making more noise?

I felt Harle’s rhythm change, becoming more erratic. His breathing grew heavier, his grip on my hips tightening. I knew he was close.

“Cassidy,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m going to?—”

“It’s okay,” I whispered, running my hands down his back. “Let go.”

With a final, deep thrust, Harle came, his body shuddering against mine. He buried his face in my neck, muffling a low moan. I held him close, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against my chest.

After a few long moments, he dragged his head up, his eyes searching mine. “You didn’t...”

I shook my head, offering a small smile. “It’s okay. I told you I wouldn’t.”

He frowned slightly, but I leaned up to kiss him softly, cutting off any protests.

“Really, it’s fine,” I assured him. “This was... nice. Different, but nice.”

“Hmm.”

Oh. Fuck. I’d disappointed him. I knew I’d fuck it up. He shifted, moving off me and I was grateful for the fact that he didn’t pull me into his arms.

“I just want you to be okay.”

I huffed out a breath of relief. “Iamokay. It’s just not something my body does. But this was really good, Harle. Thank you.”

I could see the arguments roiling around in his mind.

“Please, can we just go to sleep.” I hated how small my voice sounded now.

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