Page 128 of Just Wait

The backs of my heels dig into his ass as I rock against the wall to meet him, his knot brushing my lower lips. On the next thrust, it slips inside my opening, and my head slaps into the wall, slamming against his hand.

I gasp as realization hits.

His hands are precious.

All guitar players have fears of permanently messing up their ability to play.

I can’t think about that anymore or even apologize.

All the air evaporates, and I get scared to move. I’ve done this before with Theo, but after what felt like hours of prep and stretching.

His knot is only slightly swollen, and he pulls it free of me before it can fill with blood, locking him in place.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Kincaid chokes out. “Holy shit. I can’t… I’m going to come.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me,” I assure him, and my words are true. “Please don’t stop.”

I’m not in agony.

It was a lot of pressure that might have gotten painful if he had let himself knot me fully.

I’m almost sad that he didn’t.

I’m pretty sure I could have handled it.

I mean, I wasn’t expecting to be knotted during a club quickie, but I also wouldn’t have freaked out about it.

His shaft grows even longer and thicker, and he jolts inside me.

He freezes, but I do my best to grind over him.

“You’re so hard. Fuck me deep.” I moan, nodding as he finally starts to move.

His strokes are slow and languid, but he doesn’t soften—not even a little.

His fingers massage my scalp as he licks and kisses down my neck. “Are you okay? I don’t even know how that happened. I wasn’t trying to knot you.”

“I’m good,” I assure him. “I think that was on me.”

“No, it was my fault,” he says, sounding pained.

“It was a collaborative effort,” I say, smiling. “But I’m okay. Are you?”

“I just came so hard.” He chuckles darkly. “My goddamn legs are shaking.”

“Mmm, I’ll take that as a compliment.” I grin shamelessly. “Kiss me.”

His tongue teases up my throat, and he pulls me off the wall at the same time his lips crash against mine. He crosses the room and finally releases my hair as he lowers me to lie across the couch.

The cool leather feels incredible on my skin, and Kincaid keeps his chest close to mine the entire time. I thought he was as deep as he could get, considering the way he battered my cervix, but he ends up wedged even deeper.

That’s the amazing thing about vaginas. They’re super forgiving. Cervixes can and do move.

He brushes his hand over the top of my head, rolling his lower stomach against my clit. “Any pain?”

“No, not at all.”

“Jesus,” he whispers, ghosting his lips over mine. “I almost had a heart attack.”