“Tell me you would do this sober.” “I would do this sober,” I agree. “Good.” He picks me up, setting me gently on the bed before pulling off his own shirt. My eyes stop on his perfect abs. With his thumb, he lifts my chin. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” “Not a chance,” I say with my hand between us, resting on his heated, hard, yet soft skin, trailing my fingers down his abs. “Promise?” All I can manage is a small nod. “Use your words.” There’s a darkness in his eyes I haven’t noticed before, an even raspier sound in his voice. Fuck. “I will.” “Good,” he exhales.
