"Okay?" he said quietly.

"Very okay," I said.

He kissed my jaw. My cheek. The corner of my mouth. Then my mouth itself, slow and deep, and I tasted myself on him and felt another wave of want move through me.

"Marco," I said against his lips.

"Mm."

"I need — " I shifted my hips against him, making clear what I meant.

He made that low sound again, from the back of his throat.

"Wait," he murmured. "I want to take my time with you."

He did.

He moved down my body and back up again, his mouth and hands covering every part of me with that same patient...