His whole body jerks, his breath sharp, his hands snapping up like he wants to hold onto me but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to. His lips part, his tongue flicking out to wet them, his lashes fluttering like he’s trying to clear whatever fog just took over his brain.

“Haven, I—”

I rock against him. Just slightly. Just enough. He fucking whimpers. It’s soft, broken, barely there, but fuck, I hear it, and it lights something inside me that I can’t put out. And I haven’t even really touched him yet. I can feel it in the way his body is trembling under mine, in the way his hands hover just above my waist like he wants to grab on but doesn’t know if he should, in the way his breath stutters every single time I move. I shift again, just enough to feel the way he responds, just enough to let him know I’m not ignoring the fact that he’s so fucking hard beneath me, that I’m very, very aware of exactly what I’m doing to him right now.

His his lips parting, a sharp breath escaping like he’s barely holding onto his sanity. I test him just a little more.

I lean in, dragging my lips just beneath his jaw, letting them linger there for half a second before whispering, “Didn’t know you were so big, Carter.”

His entire body jerks. “Haven.”

His voice is barely holding together, completely fucking ruined, and God, I need more of it. I press another kiss against his throat, just to see how he reacts, just to feel the way his pulse pounds beneath my lips. And he whimpers again. Actually whimpers. Low and desperate, like he’s trying to keep it in but failing miserably.

I tilt my head, watching the way his hands tremble as they finally land on my waist, gripping me like he’s trying to ground himself, like he’s trying to hold onto something before he completely unravels. I want to watch him come apart in my hands. So I move again, rolling my hips just slightly, just enough to get another sound out of him, just enough to make him lose the last bit of composure he’s been clinging to. His head drops forward, his breath ragged, his grip tightening on me like he’s two seconds away from completely falling apart.

And then, voice barely above a whisper, his next words shatter whatever self-control I had left. “Please, Haven.”

His lips part, his breath coming in sharp, uneven pulls, his hands gripping my waist like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.