Chapters (48)
I freeze. Like, full stop, body locked, brain short-circuiting, lungs refusing to work, heart slamming against my ribs, every single part of me absolutely malfunctioning. I don’t move. I don’t breathe… what? What…?
My entire body goes tight, my fingers still buried inside her, my mouth still pressed against her, my heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears.
I should say something. Do anything that doesn’t make me look like I’ve blue-screened. But my brain’s offline. How the hell am I supposed to resist Haven like this, when she’s saying the one thing I’ve fantasized about more nights than I’ll ever admit?
I can’t. God, I can’t.
But the thing is… I don’t know if I can actually do this. Not the way she deserves. Not without completely embarrassing myself. What if I’m too fast? What if I fuck it up? I don’t know if I’ll even last long enough to figure out how to do it right.
My breath is heavy, uneven, my pulse so loud I swear she can hear it. I don’t move, but Haven does.
Her fingers press into my shoulders, anchoring me like she already knows I’m seconds from spinning out.
And right then, in the exact moment I should say something, do something—I freeze.
Again. Because how the hell am I supposed to say no to her?
To this? To the girl I’ve wanted since the second I heard her laugh through a headset?
How am I supposed to be the one who stops this when every single part of me is screaming to let it happen?
I don’t know how to be anything but the guy who’s wanted her for months and has no idea what the hell he’s doing now that he finally gets to have her.
So I just sit there.
All I can do is look at her and think—please don’t change your mind. Please don’t stop. Please don’t let this be the moment you realize I’m not enough.
21
Haven
I am a complete fucking mess. Carter has no fucking clue what he’s just done to me. He’s still between my thighs, his hands flexing against my hips, still struggling to believe that any of this is real.
He doesn’t even realize he’s already ruined me, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. I should be pushing him further, pulling him into me, making him feel what he’s made me desperate for. Just as I reach for him, and as I start to move beneath him, I feel it.
The hesitation. The tension pulling back into his muscles, the second-guessing creeping in, the nerves that I can literally see starting to take over.