Page 137 of Unsuitable

His features are stretched, tightening, and his jaw is clenched so hard that it might shatter.

Then, when he’s all the way inside to the hilt, he pauses. He squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s in pain, and I worry that this is too hard for him, that bad memories are invading and taking over. He brings his face down and rests his forehead against mine, breathing deeply.

I need him to move so badly, but I need him to be okay more.

I squeeze my fingers around his. “Kas,” I breathe.

His eyes open. I search his gaze, looking for anything to tell me that he’s okay.

“I’m not going to last. It’s been too long, and you feel too fucking good. I daren’t move.”

I laugh with relief.

His brows draw together.

And I’m quick to say, “I’m not laughing because of that. I’m relieved. I thought that maybe you were…struggling…” I allude.

Understanding flashes through his eyes. “I’m struggling not to come because you’re so fucking amazing.”

My smile widens. “I want you—whether it’s for two seconds—”

“I can last longer than two seconds,” he growls. “Give me some fucking credit.”

“You know what I meant. And stop arguing with me when you’re inside me.” I lift my face to his, softly pressing my lips over his. “Just move, Kas. Be with me, for however long that is. Then, be with me again. And again. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

He stares down at me, emotion lining his eyes, lust filling them.

“Fuck me, Kas,” I whisper.

Those words seem to push him over the edge because he’s moving, pulling out to the hilt and slamming back in. Quick, short thrusts, getting faster and more intense. His hands grip mine to the point of almost pain.

“Daisy…I…Jesus…I…you wreck me. It’s you…it will only ever be you.”

Emotion clamps down hard on my chest. “You wreck me, too,” I whisper.

One of his hands leaves mine and cups my bum, lifting and tilting me. He starts to move with wild abandon, thrusting in and out of me. Fucking me. Taking what he needs.

“Jesus, Daisy…fuck…I’m coming…” His mouth crashes back to mine. “I’m coming,” he breathes into me, his hips coming to rest against mine, jerking, as he comes inside me.

Thirty-Two

Kas stays inside me, his body trembling against mine. I run my hand over his back, tracing lazy patterns with my fingers, as he breathes heavily against my neck.

He lifts his head, looking me in the eyes.

“You okay?” I whisper.

He smiles, and I feel that smile everywhere.

“More than okay.” He presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No. I’ll probably be a little sore, as it’s been a while, but it was totally worth it.” I press my hand to his cheek.

Taking ahold of my hand, he turns his face in and kisses my palm. “It was…amazing.” When he brings his eyes back to mine, the look in them is reverent.

“You sure?”

“Are you unsure?” he challenges, teasing in his eyes.