He smiled and kissed her more, adding his tongue. She sucked in a breath and the skin shuddered beneath his mouth. He pressed a kiss above her belly button and squeezed her hip, running the backs of his fingers down her ribs. Her hands fluttered at her sides, but she didn’t stop him as he lowered his head. He lifted her T-shirt to below her breasts, careful not to touch them yet.

Her legs shifted again, and he could see the damp spot on the fabric between her legs. She relaxed beneath him before he even got to her ring finger, and a small smile curved her lips. Her hands were straight at her sides, and so he picked up the one closest to him, sliding his lips from her wrist to her fingers and pressing kisses on each fingernail. “Please, Jock,” she whispered, and her eyes moistened. This, with Fiona…this had to be selfless. He paid enough attention to his partners in bed to get them off because it was better for him when they did. He wasn’t quite sure how to do this… He’d never been slow, or gentle. She lay on her back, staring up at him a little fearfully as he stretched out beside her on his side. He planned to study her, listening for every gasp, every inhale, because he wanted to know what made her feel good, what turned her on, what would make her forget all the ways she’d been touched opposite of that. It was his turn to explore now, but this wasn’t for fun this was a fact-finding mission. He rolled her, careful not to settle his weight on top of her in a way that made her feel trapped or caged. “I’m gonna roll you to your back, okay? Then I’m gonna touch you, and if there’s something you don’t like, you gotta tell me.” I just…” She winced, like whatever she’d meant to say had hurt her. That was enough to cool his sense of urgency, to once again make sure she had the control, that he let her set the pace. She bit her lip, and uncertainty crossed over her features for a moment. He didn’t know what she was comfortable with, if his touch was welcome. “Can I touch you?” he asked, trying to soften his voice as much as he could. He was the weak one, the selfish one, because he couldn’t push her away, even though he didn’t deserve her. She was smart and strong, and so damn brave. And not just because she’d made his brain leak out his dick, but because she was Fiona.

Fast Connection by Megan Erickson