He says it so calm. So sure. Like he’s not rewiring my entire sense of self with a thumb press.
No one’s ever looked at me the way Saul looks at me. Like I’m worth studying. Worth taking time with. Worth the patience he seems to have in infinite supply.
“Come here,” I whisper.
He does. He lowers me onto the bed like I’m breakable.
I’m not. But suddenly Iwantto be. Just a little. In his hands, in this moment, I want to be something worth gentleness.
Which is fucking terrifying. And wildly hot.
His body covers mine. Warm. Heavy. Grounding.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Very okay.”
“Tell me if anything’s not okay.”
“Saul. Shut up and kiss me.”
“I will. After I make sure you’re okay.”
“God, it’s like foreplay and a therapy session.”
“Welcome to the full-service package.”
I drag him down and kiss him, trying to scramble his good judgment.
“It’s annoyingly endearing. Now please. I’ve been waiting for this for months.”
“Months?”
“Don’t make me say how many.”
He laughs. The sound rumbles through his chest into mine.
And then he stops talking. Not because there’s nothing left to say. Because words can’t touch this. Because his body’s already doing what language never could, showing me.
When he pushes in, it’s like I’ve been split open by want. Every inch he gives is too much and not enough, my body stretching tight around the thickness of him like it’sneverdone this before, even though I have, just never likethis.
I choke on a sound that’s somewhere between a gasp and a moan and a don’t-you-dare-stop.
He stops. Still buried just barely inside. Watching me like he’s afraid he’ll spook me.
“You okay?” he grits, voice thick, muscles locked like he’s holding himself back fromdestroyingme.
“I’m better than okay,” I pant. “Fuck me, Saul. I want all of you. Now.”
He sinks deeper, inch by devastating inch, until I’m gasping.
It’s heat and pressure and a stretch that makes me whimper into his neck, nails dragging across his back.
I wrap around him, thighs pulling him deeper, spine arching to meet every inch he gives.
My body clenches hard enough to make him curse into my skin.
“Fuck, Stevie.”
