Page 55 of Craved By the Mountain Man

“If anything hurts more than you want it to, you tell me.”

“I will.”

He searches my face for another second.

Then he guides himself to my entrance.

The first pressure makes me tense.

Gavin stops.

“Breathe.”

“I am breathing.”

“Barely.”

I glare at him.

His mouth brushes mine.

“There she is.”

My lips twitch.

Then he pushes forward again.

This time I make myself relax.

He enters me a little at a time, and the stretch is more intense than his fingers were. Pressure builds until my hands clamp around his shoulders.

Gavin freezes.

“Too much?”

“No.”

His jaw is tight enough that the word seems to cost him something.

“Tell me.”

“I’m okay. Just give me a second.”

He does.

He stays completely still, buried only partway inside me while his forehead rests against mine and every muscle in his body trembles with restraint.

The sight of Gavin Mercer fighting himself because of me does something strange and hot to my insides.

I shift experimentally.

His eyes close.

“Fuck.”

“You keep saying that.”

“You keep giving me reasons.”