“Tell me you don’t know what I mean. Tell me all you want is sex when you look at me.” His gaze pings between both of my eyes. “I …” “Do it.” Sanden’s rasp is throaty and raw. “It hasn’t been like that since we first met.” “See?” I tug his lip between my teeth. “Even if you’d lied, I wouldn’t have believed you. But you can’t, can you? Lie to me?” “You’ve got me wrapped around your fingers.”
