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I hook the band and push it slowly down his hips. I wrestle with his boxers, laughing when I fail to remove them myself and Holt has to help me. And then the laughter dies when I see him.

It’s the first time I’ve seen him and he’s—intimidating.

“Oh, wow.”

Holt’s lips twitch before he wets them with his tongue. He grips his length roughly, his eyes shuttering for a long moment before they flutter open again.

“You don’t know what you do to me.”

I give him a shy smile. “I think you do it to me, too.”

He shakes his head. “Not a chance.”

He releases his hold on his arousal, and then his hands come to my shorts. He peers into my eyes as though to ask me if I’m sure one last time, and then he pulls.

He reveals me to him slowly, and all the while my heart slams in my chest like a caged animal. When he tosses my shorts to the side, he sits back on his haunches between my legs for a long moment. Fire kisses my skin. Every inch of my skin as his gaze rakes over the length of me.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ll ever see.”

That fire rages in my cheeks, and I’m thankful when he drops his body to mine.

The first time his naked body connects with mine—it’s like a spill of magma. Every inch of my body comes alive. I moan, and he swallows it with a deep kiss. His arousal slides into the wet heat of my own, and he groans.

“You feel so good.”

“You too,” I gasp when he strokes me with a slow thrust of his hips.

We rock against one another for what feels like forever, stoking the fire of our need until we’re both panting hard. Physical hunger quivers between us, a live thing neither of us can resist.

Then I tell him, “I have a condom.”

Holt freezes above me. I don’t know how much time passes between us before he rasps, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure. I love you.”

He swallows my words with a kiss that is so deep it grips my heart in the fist of it where I’m confident it’ll spend the rest of eternity. I knew when I first saw this boy that he’d be the one to steal all the pieces of me. And I was right. Because I know in this moment that I’ll never belong to any other the way I belong to him. To Holt. Because I’m always going to be his.

Holt pushes back to reach for my bag. I point to the pocket where the condoms are and he finds them quickly, raising a brow at the little stack.

“You came with plans,” he teases.

My face reddens. “Mom gave them to me.”

His eyes widen. “Seriously?”

I nod and laugh. He laughs too. And then both our laughs die when he tears the wrapper with his teeth. I watch as he rolls it on, swallowing hard when he plants his hands on either side of my head.

“Ha—have you done this before?”

Holt shakes his head slowly. “There’s no one I’ve ever wanted to do this with but you, Faye. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I knew you were meant to be mine then. Waiting for you was worth it.”

I feel so much right now. Sensation. Emotion. It’s a massive overwhelm of everything and I just don’t know how to cope with it all, so I grip his shoulders and pull him down to me. I kiss him as he moves against me. He feels different now with the rubber of the condom, but not bad.

I don’t think Holt could ever feel bad. Ever.

We fumble together in nervous giggles and rough grunts until we finally get him aligned. His skin is burning hot where it connects with mine, and his breaths fall in shuddering puffs between us. He trembles as he holds himself against me.

“You can still say no, Faye. I’ll wait for you forever if that’s what you want.”