Brenden groaned in response, forcefully grinding his pelvis into her, and then he quickly pulled away, taking her by surprise.
“s**t,” he muttered, moving to a sitting position on the couch. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair while she removed her legs from their sudden awkward position and sat as well.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asked, alarmed. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage. She had no idea why he suddenly pulled away.
“I just… God, Irene. I’m going insane,” he declared, exasperated. “And I don’t want to push you to do anything you’re not ready for. We really need to stop.”
Her heart dropped to her stomach. She felt like she had been punched in the gut. It was finally time, wasn’t it?
“I… I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I know I’ve been a menace to deal with—”
“What
