Pressure builds.
A sharp pinch.Reallysharp.
“Ow!” I gasp, grimacing.
“You ready?” he asks.
My eyes snap open. “What?”
“You ready?” he repeats, voice flatter now, seeming uninterested in making this feel special.
“I thought you were in!”
He grins — smirks, really. “The tip, a little. I’m about to push in.”
Oh my gosh... that already hurt. Anxiety surges through me.
“Just go in a tiny bit.”
He tilts his head, jaw flexing like I just insulted him. “This isn’t a game ofjust the tip.”
He’s so cold. Uncaring.
Tears burn my eyes. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I thought it would feel different. It was supposed to be romantic. But this is scary. It hurts. I wish it had been with Alex. At least he actually liked me.”
I start to sit up, and he moves.
Fast.
His hand covers my mouth, pushing me gently but firmly back into the mattress. His heavy body lowers over mine, pinning me in place.
I’m stiff as a board, my eyes wide.
In that low, rough voice, he says, “You want romantic? Fine. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since your birthday. The sad little way you said my name. How you couldn’t even look at me, remember? I wanted to fuck you right there on that couch.”
His gaze sharpens, like he’s daring me to flinch.
“I’ve been watching you ever since, telling myself to stay away. But fuck, I don’t want to.” He rests his forehead to mine. “I want this moment to beours.”
My heart freaking soars.
He keeps his hand pressed tightly to my mouth as his hips turn in.
I close my eyes, the pressure immense.
It’s happening!
Chapter 7
Charlotte
Grayson is about to make love to me!
Stay calm.
But... it doesn’t go in.
A couple of times, he pushes inward harder, but it still won’t.
