I suck in a breath, my pulse still pounding, my body still shaking from everything she just did to me. And then, before I can overthink it, before I can hesitate, before I can let any insecurity creep in, I say it. “Because I want to taste you.”

Haven stills. Her breath catches, her fingers flexing against my thigh, her entire body tensing like she wasn’t expecting that.

But I meant it. I need it. I want to feel her come apart for me. I want to hear the way she sounds when she’s lost in it. I want to know what she tastes like. I reach for her, pulling her closer, dragging my hands down her thighs, gripping them tight. “I’ve never done it before.”

Her lips part, her brows lifting just slightly, her breath unsteady now, like she’s the one who’s been thrown off balance. “But I need to.”

My voice is low, desperate, hungry. “Please, Haven. Let me.”

Haven doesn’t hesitate. She grabs my wrist, pulls me toward her, shifts so she’s lying back against the couch, and fuck, this is happening.

I’m about to do this. And I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. But she’s not letting me think about that. Her fingers thread into my hair, guiding me, tilting my chin, coaxing me down between her thighs, and I let her.

I follow. Because I meant it. I need to know what she tastes like, how she moves, how she falls apart beneath my mouth. So I listen. I let her show me.

She spreads her legs for me, pulling me in, guiding my lips to where she wants them, her breath already catching before I even touch her.

I start slow, hesitant, tracing my tongue over her, just a test, just a taste, just enough to feel the way she trembles beneath me.

Jesus Christ. She’s so soft, so wet, so fucking perfect on my tongue. “Fuck, you taste—God, you taste so good. I didn’t know…”

I didn’t know it could feel like this.

Like reverence. Like addiction. Like I’d stay down here forever if she let me. And I would.

When I groan against her, the sound vibrating against her skin, she makes a noise that shoots straight through my chest, down my spine, tightening everything inside me.

“Fuck, Carter… just like that.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair, tugging, pulling me closer, and I don’t stop, I don’t hesitate, I just keep going, keep learning her, keep testing, keep finding out exactly how to make her fall apart for me. “Tell me if I’m doing it right. Please. I want to make you feel everything.”