“And who do you want to be?” “I want to be the guy who’s pleasing you. The one who’s making you come. Over and over again. I want to make you beg my name.” A flood of desire coated the atmosphere. Dakota released a wispy breath, and her fingers curled in my shirt, needing something to hang on to. “Want to be the one who’s showing you how gorgeous you are,” I murmured as I wound my hand into her hair. “How beautiful you are. The way you steal my breath every time you walk into the room.”
