Page 47 of Melting for the Firefighter
“Yes.”
Her hand tightens at the back of my neck.
“I trust you.”
The words nearly finish me.
Trust has never felt soft to me. It has always been something sharp enough to cut when it breaks.
Cora gives it without holding part of herself back.
I lower my forehead to hers.
“I won’t make you regret it.”
“I know.”
I push the rest of the way inside.
Her lips part on a gasp.
I go still, buried as deep as her body will take me.
Nothing has ever felt like this.
Her slick heat surrounds me. Her thighs rest against my hips, and her blue eyes remain locked on mine as she adjusts to the stretch.
Mine.
The word rises inside me, fast and primitive.
I want to put it against her skin. Want to hear her say it back.
I bite it down.
She is trusting me with her first time. This is not the moment to trap her beneath everything I want.
“How do you feel?”
“Full.”
Color spreads over her cheeks.
“Good full?”
She shifts her hips experimentally.
Pleasure shoots up my spine.
My hands tighten against the mattress.
“Careful, sweetheart.”
Her eyes brighten with something that looks a lot like mischief.
“Very good full.”
I draw back a few inches.
