He barks out a laugh before bending to press a hard kiss on my lips. “Not yet, love.”

And then I feel what’s probing me between my legs. My insides ripple with awareness because I know what he means.

I remember the size of him in my hands, and I swallow hard at the thought of him sliding all that hardness into my body.

“It will only hurt once, and then never again,” he murmurs.

“I know. But you’re so—”

He kisses me gently. “I will fit. You were made for me,” he murmurs as his eyes search my face, “just as I was made for you.”

Yes.

I believe it.

My anxiety eases at his words, and reading it in my eyes, Shay smiles. “Now, love?”

Nodding, I grip his hips. “Now.”

He tucks himself tight against me but doesn’t slip inside. Despite knowing this is what I want, that Shay will make me feel good, I tense as I brace myself for him to move.

Lowering his head, his lips find mine in an achingly sweet kiss.

I forget my anxiety. I forget everything but how perfect this kiss is. How perfect Shay is.

My body relaxes into the bed and I sigh in contented pleasure.

Shay eases his body from mine as his kiss continues. He surges forward and I break away with a shocked gasp of pain.

He lies still over me, his eyes locked on mine. “It’s okay, baby. That was it. No more pain now. It will only feel good.”

The burn between my legs doesn’t promise pleasure, but I know Shay wouldn’t lie to me.

I hold still, not wanting to make the pain worse.

After a moment, he lowers his head again, and his lips touch mine. He distracts me from the lingering pain with another kiss, a deeper, richer one with tangling tongues and open mouths. As I lose myself in the kiss, the pain fades and a slow pulsing need takes its place.

He withdraws a couple of inches, and I gasp, but this time, it isn’t because I’m in pain.

When he plunges back into me, I don’t gasp; I moan.

My nails cling to his back because I didn’t think anything would feel as good as the heights he just lifted me before, but now I know how wrong I was. This will be unlike anything I could have ever imagined.

I can feel it in my bones.

His lips remain locked to mine as he drives himself inside me, burrowing deeper and deeper each time. Clamping my legs around him, I lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts.

He moves faster, his kiss hungrier as the heavy scent of sex and sweat wraps around us. The wind blows through the treehouse, cooling our overheated bodies.

His muscles tense beneath my fingers, and deep in my body, he throbs.

He must be close. Maybe as close as I am.

I couldn’t believe he would fit inside me, but he fills every inch of me so perfectly that it’s just another sign the universe made him for me. No one else could ever complete me the way Shay does.

My breathing changes. When it does, Shay breaks the kiss and lifts his head.

“Now, baby,” he breathes, his face harsh with his own need. “Now.”