I couldn’t think of any time in my life I’d been less ready. “Please don’t.”
“Here’s how it’s going to work, Sweet. I need ye ta breathe. I’ll take ye nice and slow and ye’re going to do what I tell ye.”
My lips tightened and I shook my head adamantly.
“Yea, ye are.” He said confidently. “And fighting me is only going to get ye hurt. At first here, I need ye to be very still.”
“No.” I squeaked. The sound barely croaking from my throat.
It’s not time. Not at all. I blew several long breaths. Trying not to pass out.
“Ye’re slick as a spring well, ready to fit me.”
“I’m most certainly not ready to fit you! Never ready to fit you!”
He chuckled low. His hand still pushing my shoulder to keep me pinned to the table. His feet positioned inside mine to keep them far apart, and my center wi
