Needing one last, sweet bit of her, he slowly caressed her nether lips and the sensitive nub at her center before urging her beneath the sheets and to the middle of the mattress. “Don’t leave,” she said as he got to his feet beside the bed. Reaching for him. He smiled at her eagerness, just as impatient to stay despite the jumble of emotions inside of him. He was scared, too. Scared because she was so wrong for him, and yet he couldn’t imagine her not being there. And he couldn’t leave her. Not yet. He toed off his shoes and lay beside her, fully clothed. He didn’t trust what might happen if he got undressed. His actions prompted a confused look on her face and he ran his index finger along the furrow on her forehead. “It’s too soon for more, Kat. Even though I want to, believe me.” With a half-smile, she said, “If I promise to keep my hands to myself, will you at least get comfortable?”
