He rubs a hand up my back and I climb off Henry’s legs. He extends his hand to me, helping me off the ground. Pulling me close, he holds the base of my neck, looking at me like I’m the only girl in the world.

“Hey,” he says softly, forehead resting against mine.

“Hi,” I murmur.

“What are you thinking, pretty lady?”

“Did I… did I do okay?”

“You did more than okay,” he says, moving my hair out of my eyes. “You’re perfect.”

“I want to kiss you.”

He beams, granting my wish. When Henry kisses, it’s a whole-body experience. It’s enthusiastic. Toe-curling. Mind-blowing.

I could kiss him forever.

“Did you think I’d say no? You nearly wrecked me, Emma. I told you… Whatever you want, you get. No exceptions.”

“Whatever I want, huh? Who knew the infamous Henry Dawson was so easy to destroy?”

“I’m not. You’re my weakness, apparently. Thoughts on what happened down there? All good?”

I bury my face in his chest, firm muscles welcoming me. “I loved it. Sorry I’m inexperienced.”

“Have you had to apologize a lot in your life?”

“Yeah. Kind of goes with the territory of being a woman, sadly.”

“You don’t ever need to apologize to me, okay? Do you know how hot it is, getting to be the one to do things with you others haven’t? It doesn’t get much better than being the first person whose face you rode. I might make a medal.”

I gasp, pinching his side. “I did not ride your face, and you are not making a medal!”

He laughs, chin resting on top of my head. “Au contraire, my friend. You almost suffocated me with those luscious thighs of yours. Don’t worry, I’m not complaining. Death at the hands of your pussy? There are far worse ways to go.”

“I’m so glad you survived such an arduous adventure. Forgive me for the assassination attempt.”

“It would’ve been worth it. Tomorrow is going to be another long day. We should get ready for bed, which means I’m going to pester you until sunrise, asking you questions I need to know the answer to.”

“What kind of questions?”

“There’s a long list, Sunflower.” He pulls me toward the bed. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and I’ll get this catastrophe reorganized?”

I peck his cheek, gratefully disappearing to the bathroom for a few minutes alone to collect myself.

Physical intimacy has never been like this for me before. I haven’t been with a a lot of men, but I always assumed it was okay for things in the bedroom to be… average. Good, but not great. Fine, but not unforgettable.

The last hour and a half with Henry has changed my belief.

That is what I’ve been missing out on. Holy hell, was it phenomenal. I can’t wait for more.