His fingers twitch on my waist. His lips part like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t. He’s nervous again. Because he wants this—God, I can feel how much he wants this.

But I also know he’s overthinking. This isn’t just sex, this is everything. So before he can spiral and start thinking himself out of it, I reach up, curling my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him up to me, kissing him slowly. The second my lips meet his, his body melts into mine.

The tension in his shoulders eases, his grip on me softens. I know he needs to hear it, because I know he needs to know this is okay, I whisper against his lips, “You don’t have to. We can stop.”

His entire body goes tight again. He pulls back just slightly, just enough to meet my gaze, just enough for me to see the conflict stirring behind his eyes.

He shakes his head. “I-I don’t want to stop Haven.” His voice is low, so fucking sure. His fingers dig into my skin, his body pressing into mine, his breath hitching when he adds, “This is… this is the single most perfect moment of my life.”

That hesitation, gone. Instead, he’s looking at me like he’s ready to give me everything, like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, like this is the moment he’s been waiting for his entire life. And fuck, now I need to figure out how the hell we’re actually going to do this.

His cock is big, bigger than I was prepared for and definitely bigger than I’ve ever dealt with. I swallow hard, forcing myself to think through it. This is his first time, which means I need to make it good for him. Which means I need to be in control.That means… on top.

Fuck. That would be the best for him but the worst for me. Because having him like that, watching him completely fall apart while I ride him, knowing he’s never felt anything like this before?

That’s going to kill me. God, I want it.

I want to see the way his body reacts when he’s finally inside me, want to watch the way he loses his mind when he realizes how good it feels, want to hear the way he whimpers my name when I show him exactly how perfect this is going to be.

I want him, now. I shift slightly, bracing myself, thinking about how I’m going to ease us into this. And then, out of nowhere, a thought slams into my brain.

Tate. What the fuck?