“Then why the hell are you sitting here?” Graham’s voice is rough, gravelly. “Why did you go through with this? Why did you want it to be so real?”
“Because it is real. The only real part of this is how I feel about you.” That thin silvery line moves inward, all the way to my heart, all the way between my legs. “I love you.” I slip my hands around the hard lines of Graham’s jaw and pull him close. “I want you.”
He pauses for the space of one breath. Pain crackles in his eyes. “I want to shout sense into you,” he whispers.
“Impossible.” I plant a kiss on the side of his neck and turn, straddling him. His length is steely beneath his pants and I rock myself against it, pleasure blooming with every movement.
His hands are hard on my hips—it’s the last of his resistance—and when I reach down and undo his pants, full of the fire and fury of truth, he grits his teeth. “Don’t you dare tempt me like this.”
I bend my head close and lick his bottom lip.
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